June has strawberries, July blueberries. Both are eagerly anticipated. But it is early September when we enjoy an embarrassment of riches in fruit. Big, sweet, juicy peaches are still coming, at the same time as early apples. We can still find delicious cantaloupe at the farmers’ markets. (My mother and I just bought organic melons at the Stonington, Maine farmers’ market. Cherisse and I never had success growing melon—I thought because our season was too short in Rhode Island. However, if they can do it in Maine, we should be able to! Growing short-season melons is one of the workshops at the Common Ground Fair, coming up in a couple of weeks, and will be on our schedule.) We’ve been eating cantaloupe by the giant bowlful.
In addition to the two lone Asian pears on one of our trees, we found more at a farmers’ market in Putnam, Connecticut, just over the state line. These are crisp, very juicy and flavorful…good for eating straight or chopping up for a salad. Conventional pears are coming in too, and I like them sliced on salads, or better yet, poached and served warm on arugula, with toasted walnuts and crumbled blue cheese.
Since we primarily eat local fruit (with the exception of the occassional grapefruit in winter, shipped to the Pawtucket farmers’ market from a family farm in Florida), we are restricted by season. As a result, in winter we eat mostly apples—Appleland’s crisp-aire storage method makes local apples available up to Mother’s Day. We freeze a lot of blueberries for the winter, and this year Cherisse is trying her hand at canning some peaches. Yet for the most part we are like black bears packing it in for the hibernation months—eating our fill, until next year.