Comments on: Fruity Encounters: Interview with Adam Gollner (Win His Book) http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy Jews, Food, and Contemporary Issues Mon, 21 May 2012 04:07:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Shine http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-34356 Shine Tue, 21 Feb 2012 11:06:08 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-34356 Fruits are more available now..that's true. I live in the tropics and we have really yummy and exotic fruits here but we also get to enjoy fruits from other countries like apples, oranges and grapes. Fruits are more available now..that’s true. I live in the tropics and we have really yummy and exotic fruits here but we also get to enjoy fruits from other countries like apples, oranges and grapes.

]]> By: Sara http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-34200 Sara Tue, 10 Jan 2012 08:19:54 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-34200 Palates not palettes Palates not palettes

]]> By: Marushka http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-16990 Marushka Fri, 17 Jul 2009 04:27:13 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-16990 The ground cherry plants grew in a corner of the garden, housed in a white-painted cold frame. From this glassed-in world they peered out at a drought-plagued early summer as anxiously as I peered in at them, and only when their leaves were large enough to poke jauntily through the now-open frame did rains come in place of watering cans. As white and yellow blossoms appeared, I learned to anticipate the question, "What on earth is that?" Explaining the ground cherry proved difficult; a tomato's miniature cousin in a paper lantern husk was strange, but the fruits' habit of ripening only after falling on the ground raised eyebrows, and the rumored pineapple-cereal taste raised speculation even higher. Having never eaten the fruit, I could give any related information except that most hungered after by inquirers. I could only invite the curious to return mid-August. Meanwhile, the plants' blossoms withered and fell to the bees' courtship, and embryonic fruits showed. As the fruit-containing husks delicately inflated under the leaves' cover, pilgrims came seeking the fruit, but the time was early. As the husks fell, doubts rose, and I watched 2 days as green lanterns singed brown. On the 3rd day, the dead husks split open to reveal the glory of golden berries to the hopeful. The berries called to those who had kept vigil. All day I gave ground cherries to those who had eagerly waited, and in the evening, I still had not tasted. There were none left. The western sun glowed golden, like the berries I had given; clouds split around it like a husk, and I finally tasted the ground cherries' sweet, indescribable flavor in the satisfied joy brought by the fruit I had given to all. The ground cherry plants grew in a corner of the garden, housed in a white-painted cold frame. From this glassed-in world they peered out at a drought-plagued early summer as anxiously as I peered in at them, and only when their leaves were large enough to poke jauntily through the now-open frame did rains come in place of watering cans. As white and yellow blossoms appeared, I learned to anticipate the question, “What on earth is that?” Explaining the ground cherry proved difficult; a tomato’s miniature cousin in a paper lantern husk was strange, but the fruits’ habit of ripening only after falling on the ground raised eyebrows, and the rumored pineapple-cereal taste raised speculation even higher. Having never eaten the fruit, I could give any related information except that most hungered after by inquirers. I could only invite the curious to return mid-August. Meanwhile, the plants’ blossoms withered and fell to the bees’ courtship, and embryonic fruits showed. As the fruit-containing husks delicately inflated under the leaves’ cover, pilgrims came seeking the fruit, but the time was early. As the husks fell, doubts rose, and I watched 2 days as green lanterns singed brown. On the 3rd day, the dead husks split open to reveal the glory of golden berries to the hopeful. The berries called to those who had kept vigil. All day I gave ground cherries to those who had eagerly waited, and in the evening, I still had not tasted. There were none left. The western sun glowed golden, like the berries I had given; clouds split around it like a husk, and I finally tasted the ground cherries’ sweet, indescribable flavor in the satisfied joy brought by the fruit I had given to all.

]]> By: Leah Koenig http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-10363 Leah Koenig Mon, 18 Aug 2008 20:26:10 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-10363 Thanks again to everyone for your wonderful, juicy stories. And congratulations to S. Carrico for being randomly selected to win a copy of The Fruit Hunters! Stay tuned to The Jew & The Carrot for more chances to win great foodie books and prizes. - Leah Thanks again to everyone for your wonderful, juicy stories. And congratulations to S. Carrico for being randomly selected to win a copy of The Fruit Hunters!

Stay tuned to The Jew & The Carrot for more chances to win great foodie books and prizes.

- Leah

]]> By: Tricia http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-10362 Tricia Mon, 18 Aug 2008 20:23:35 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-10362 My daughter never took a bottle. She refused anything but the breast until she was 7.5 months old. I have this picture of her in my mind: She's sitting upright in nothing but a diaper on the floor of my husband's family's cabin. And she's clutching a ripe apricot in both hands, mashing it into her tiny teeth. She's beautiful and I'm relieved: I finally have evidence that she'll--someday!--get sustenance from some source other than me! My daughter never took a bottle. She refused anything but the breast until she was 7.5 months old. I have this picture of her in my mind: She’s sitting upright in nothing but a diaper on the floor of my husband’s family’s cabin. And she’s clutching a ripe apricot in both hands, mashing it into her tiny teeth. She’s beautiful and I’m relieved: I finally have evidence that she’ll–someday!–get sustenance from some source other than me!

]]> By: Lauren Springer http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-10349 Lauren Springer Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:07:41 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-10349 Living with my family in Russia for two years, nothing tasted quite right. The milk and cheese had an odd flavor, meat tasted gamey, vegtables were often pickled, the "Coke Lite" was flavorless and the local chocolate was chalky and bitter. When we went to the farmers market the fruit was ripe and perfect. For those few minutes when we were devouring the fruit, it tasted like home. Living with my family in Russia for two years, nothing tasted quite right. The milk and cheese had an odd flavor, meat tasted gamey, vegtables were often pickled, the “Coke Lite” was flavorless and the local chocolate was chalky and bitter. When we went to the farmers market the fruit was ripe and perfect. For those few minutes when we were devouring the fruit, it tasted like home.

]]> By: SqueakyChu http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-10343 SqueakyChu Mon, 18 Aug 2008 05:13:02 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-10343 My most memorable fruit experience took place over 30 years ago in Europe. I had been traveling with a friend. She and I had just completed a one-year Sherut La'Am (service to the people) volunteer program sponsored by the Jewish Agency in Israel. While traveling through Greece, we happened upon a wine festival in Athens. No sooner had we begun to enjoy the music and taste a few of the wines than we found ourselves agreeing to dance in a vat of grapes. No kidding!! It was kind of painful, but great fun nonetheless. Since we didn't know the Greek dances that the others were doing, my friend and I decided to dance the hora. At least it went in the same direction. When the dance was over, all of the dancers were awarded a prize which turned out to be - a bunch of grapes! My most memorable fruit experience took place over 30 years ago in Europe. I had been traveling with a friend. She and I had just completed a one-year Sherut La’Am (service to the people) volunteer program sponsored by the Jewish Agency in Israel. While traveling through Greece, we happened upon a wine festival in Athens. No sooner had we begun to enjoy the music and taste a few of the wines than we found ourselves agreeing to dance in a vat of grapes. No kidding!! It was kind of painful, but great fun nonetheless. Since we didn’t know the Greek dances that the others were doing, my friend and I decided to dance the hora. At least it went in the same direction. When the dance was over, all of the dancers were awarded a prize which turned out to be – a bunch of grapes!

]]> By: Hannah Lee http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-10170 Hannah Lee Thu, 14 Aug 2008 20:16:09 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-10170 I spoke with the coordinator of my farmers' market and she says that it's very hard to grow fruit without any spraying in Pennsylvania because it's too damp. So, she encouraged me to question each farmer each week, as they do prefer to use the least intervention possible. Of course, customers who have medical reasons (chemotherapy, for instance) to avoid all sources of chemicals may need to choose strictly organic fruit and vegetables. I spoke with the coordinator of my farmers’ market and she says that it’s very hard to grow fruit without any spraying in Pennsylvania because it’s too damp. So, she encouraged me to question each farmer each week, as they do prefer to use the least intervention possible. Of course, customers who have medical reasons (chemotherapy, for instance) to avoid all sources of chemicals may need to choose strictly organic fruit and vegetables.

]]> By: Leah Koenig http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-10168 Leah Koenig Thu, 14 Aug 2008 19:14:57 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-10168 FYI - there's still four more days to win Adam's book! Tell us your most memorable fruit experience by Monday, August 18 to be entered into the raffle... FYI – there’s still four more days to win Adam’s book! Tell us your most memorable fruit experience by Monday, August 18 to be entered into the raffle…

]]> By: Michael Kay http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/comment-page-1#comment-10142 Michael Kay Wed, 13 Aug 2008 16:10:35 +0000 http://jcarrot.org/fruity-encounters-interview-with-adam-gollner-win-a-copy/#comment-10142 I can't pick just one: 1) A near neighbor and friend in Los Angeles when I was growing up would let us use her pool, and she had a peach tree growing very close to it, of some white peach variety (Babcock, possibly). On a hot day, drugged on pool fun and chlorine, biting into a perfectly ripe white California peach, was the earliest great fruit experience. 2) Picking and eating the gigantic peaches from the California State University at Chico farm. Those trees were huge, and you needed a ladder. The peaches weighed up to 2 pounds each. It was probably about 110 degrees out. The amount of juice was staggering. 3) Wandering along roads and paths in coastal Marin County in California on warm late summer days with a friend, eating ourselves sick and getting scratched to high heaven wading into wild blackberry patches. There's always that perfect one that requires reaching in just a little further. Taking those home to eat with good vanilla ice cream was outrageous. And to get away from California, wild blueberries on the Maine coast and in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania. That's enough. In other words, nothing beats the fresh ripe stuff. I can’t pick just one:

1) A near neighbor and friend in Los Angeles when I was growing up would let us use her pool, and she had a peach tree growing very close to it, of some white peach variety (Babcock, possibly). On a hot day, drugged on pool fun and chlorine, biting into a perfectly ripe white California peach, was the earliest great fruit experience.

2) Picking and eating the gigantic peaches from the California State University at Chico farm. Those trees were huge, and you needed a ladder. The peaches weighed up to 2 pounds each. It was probably about 110 degrees out. The amount of juice was staggering.

3) Wandering along roads and paths in coastal Marin County in California on warm late summer days with a friend, eating ourselves sick and getting scratched to high heaven wading into wild blackberry patches. There’s always that perfect one that requires reaching in just a little further. Taking those home to eat with good vanilla ice cream was outrageous.

And to get away from California, wild blueberries on the Maine coast and in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania.

That’s enough. In other words, nothing beats the fresh ripe stuff.

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