Story of a Migrant Farm Worker
A bit too dramatic? I did drive between multiple orchards and fruit was picked (by me) at all of them. So I shall wear this badge. With pride.
We drove east from the city about an hour and a half to Brentwood, where there are multiple fruit orchards offering nectarines, peaches and cherries. At $2 a pound we bought $16 of peaches and a few nectarines, and we nabbed an astonishing 7 pounds of delicious cherries. I'm talking buckets full of fruit. So much that I could open a roadside stand and finally turn a profit from this harsh, migrant farm worker lifestyle.
Too much?
Even now as I finish off my nth cherry they are still awesome. I've never really cared for cherries but these are so damn good. Juicy and full of flavor. When we ate our peaches driving home they just exploded all over the place. I believe Borat would describe it as a "romance explosion".
Some pictures! Notice the cherry glazed baked chicken we made with our hard earned harvest.
(posted by grant at 6/04/2007)
