Can it be October 18 already? The weather is actually telling me it’s more like November. We had our first snow this week—big wet flakes that never accumulated on the still warm ground. Still, it came down for about an hour. I didn’t experience the usual glee I feel at the first sight of snow. It’s just way too early for this!
Fortunately, my trip to the farm was made in beautiful weather. I was able to spend some time picking more raspberries and then follow the signs up the hill, down an old road, and into the field where the kiwi grow. The kiwi plant looks like a cross between a vine and a small tree. They grow in an arbor setting so you walk beneath the canopy of green leaves to pick the gorgeous little fruit hanging down in clumps waiting for you. Kiwi, kiwi, and more kiwi!
I always thought they grew in warmer climates so was surprised to see them in the pick your own section of the large chalkboard in the barn. These kiwi, though, are not like the green ones you buy in the store—not like the New Zealand kiwi. They are small—a little bigger than a large grape—and greenish brown. Wash ‘em off and pop ‘em in your mouth. They’re citrusy, sweet, and wonderful! Big score!
There will be no kiwi recipes because IMHO they are meant to be eaten just the way Mother Nature made them.