Our weekend included two adventures to the south: one visit to friends recently transplanted an hour south of the city, and the other: a drive even further south to take part in a stone fruit tasting offered by Andy’s Orchard. First friends, then fruit.
Few things make me happier than other people’s adorable babies, and enjoying a meal with good friends. Proof of this: me, pictured below, clearly in some sort of baby-and-bbq-pizza-warm-weather ecstasy. All my worries, gone– and all I needed was chubby baby thighs and lots of giggles and shrieks. And pizza and wine, oh, and adult company too.
On Sunday we joined another couple of friends for a drive to Morgan Hill to visit Andy’s Orchard and take part in a cherry tasting that included 30 varieties. I could not name more than 3 varieties of cherry prior to our binge on the farm and now I still can’t name more that 3, but I know for a fact that many more exist. We also tasted a number of apricots and a few plums and pluots, all delicious, all with memory-escaping names. We learned a bit about cherries, but more importantly, we tasted every single possible cherry that we could. At one point, we tasted a cherry that tasted EXACTLY like artificial cherry flavor. It tasted like a cherry jolly rancher, dipped in some cherry kool-aid. It was a surprise to learn that artificial cherry flavor is in fact based upon a very real cherry variety. It was kind of gross and magical.
