Monday, August 16, 2010

Where the Dear and the Cantaloupe Play.


I am not a vegetarian, nor could I ever be one, but something about fresh fruits and vegetables is amazing. The kids and I picked up a cantaloupe melon at the orchard yesterday. I was pretty sure my kids had never tried a fresh one and they noticed immediately, compared to the store bought variety, the outward appearance was quit different. The fresh cantaloupes in Jersey are larger and paler then their green looking illegitimate cousins. The differences don't end there though.

When we cut open this mammoth, the juice content was clear and the seeds slept loosely in a pulp bed in the center. The orange color was vibrant and inviting. At first spoonful, the kids' and my eyes lit up. It was sweet wonderful goodness. It was like nothing they had tasted before. Nature had provided us with a candy-like snack and we savored every bite longing for more. We struggled with the decision to save half for tomorrow's breakfast and will probably finish the rest off tonight.

My kids tend to be picky eaters but have always liked fruits. I love this time of year when the orchards begin to ripen and the harvest transcends the flavors that we know, to ones that are inexplicably better than we ever expect.

Today the weather is iffy, so we will be making fresh peach cobbler and fresh peach pie. Thankful the whole time that, though most farms in our area have been replaced by strip malls and convenience stores, there are still a few treasures left where children can easily learn the value of hard work and great food.

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