Sunday, September 11, 2011

Raspberry Picking!

Last weekend, my parents and I went on adventure of the fruity kind. NO, we didn't go to a gay club. That would be awkward, although not entirely uncharted territory for my family. We always wind up making normally awkward situations seem normal. I mean, I went to see Love Actually in the theater with my Mom when I was 15-years-old and made it through relatively unscathed. Those of you who are forgetting the porno couple probably think this sounds normal- well there were boobs EVERYWHERE. ANYWAY- we went on a fruity adventure to pick raspberries at Whittakers Berry Farm in Michigan. Definitely not in my wheel house, per se, but I actually had a lot of fun. The entire operation was SO adorable, I almost couldn't handle it. You pull up, and are greeted by arguably the nicest human being on the planet. He was full of helpful tips and tricks of the trade, and had a smile on his face the whole time.

We drove back towards the fields and were lucky only about 10 other people were there. Right away we got to pickin'. It was difficult at first, but eventually we got the hang of it. The trick was to pick up the branch and pick from underneath. This is going to sound really nerdy (and I'm okay with that) but it was really cool to see the way raspberries are actually grown. It's just not something you ever think about when you're eating them- at least I don't. When we picked them off the branches, they left behind this little soft white pokey thing. The trick was to pick the ones that were about to fall off as soon as we touched them. If we had to pull at them, that meant they weren't ready. Take it from the pros, guys.

It was such a fabulous experience, I know we'll definitely be going back next summer. Plus, the raspberries are unlike any I've ever had before. They're SO fresh and delicious. Can I just be a farmer?


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