Summer fruit

Red currants

Despite the gloom the fruit is ripening.

The strawberries have been hardest hit by the abundant rains. The yield is disappointing; what’s not rotten is rather water-logged and definitely slug-damaged. (But what we’ve salvaged has made some fabulous  Eton Mess – that glorious melange of strawberries, homemade meringue, and whipped cream…)

The red and black currants are ripe and delicious. We’ve picked one punnet already and there are more to gather. Time to decide how best to celebrate their tart juiciness – currant jelly, summer pudding, fresh on pancakes?

pudding, crumble, jam, or fresh?

The gooseberries, so astringent but with a lovely musky scent, are finally ready too. We carefully poached a kilo of them in a bit of water and vanilla sugar until they dissolved into a soft, fragrant soup. Gently mashed, cooled, and then folded into lightly whipped cream, those gooseberries made an absolutely delicious fool. (Notice a unifying theme? [cream!])

But perhaps the most exciting sight has been the sour cherries that appeared on our two diminutive cherry trees that we planted last spring. They cannot compare to the orchard of trees, gnarled with age and dripping with fruit, that we loved to visit on the old farm near Lake Ontario. After those visits we’d come home with enough hand-picked cherries to make pots of jam and numerous pies. In contrast, our baby allotment trees produced around 30 cherries in total! But it’s a start…

First crop

We love cherries!


2 thoughts on “Summer fruit

  1. How we love to hear about your farm. The photos are mouthwatering. How impressive that such a tiny tree already puts out cherries! You haven’t missed any New York sour cherries this year because the late frosts got them all. Our strawberries (that is, the Chase Farm berries) were also affected by summer in March and winter in April. They were either rotten or hard and sour when I went to pick last month. We hope the raspberries fare better. Meanwhile, may that jet stream move away soon. And we cannot wait to see you.

  2. My trip with you to that cherry farm is one of my favorite memories. I still cannot believe how amazing those trees were–it seemed unreal that they could be so laden with fruit from every possible spot. And I remember that you made one heck of a pie, Volutina. Miss you, (and pie),

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