Today, I trekked out to Little Rock with my friend and birthday twin,
Charles Rosenberg (who is actually a twin himself). My mission was to pick the last of the season's peaches. Charles is an artist, certified nutritionist, personal chef, frugal gourmet and probiotic expert. Is there something about being born on April 29th that makes a person prone to making magical concoctions and being compelled to use everything to it's fullest? Well, if Charles and I are any guide, I would say yes! Witches are we! Today he guided me on a fantastic culinary odyssey along Pearblossom Highway.
Our first stop was the
Yingst Ranch. This is the last three days of their "U-Pick" season which begins in June. Mrs. Yingst explained that when the peaches are gone, they close-- though they still sell their fruit at the farmers market and are happy to bring you anything you want, if you give them a call. They have a regular stand at the Sunday Hollywood Farmers Market which is where I fell in love with their beautiful pears last year. The Yingsts also grow plums, apples and persimmons. While they are not certified organic, which can be a prohibitively expensive process for small farmers, they use no pesticides.
I picked twenty pounds of peaches and twenty pounds of pears.
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| Charles in Charge! |
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| Last of the Season |
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| Mrs. Yingst |
Our next stop was
Charlie Brown Farms: a regular road side culinary attraction with barbeque, funnel cakes, deep fried twinkies, date shakes and other heart stoppers. But within this arsenal of oddities, there are some real gems: local honey, dates and pickles!
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| Pickles at Charlie Browns |
And then, tucked between fruit rolls and an aisle of candies labelled "the Eighties!," we entered a delightful grotto, the modest tasting room of the local Cameo Vineyards. We arrived to find Caroline, the sommelier, in a dour mood. Saddly, the oldest vineyard in the valley is closing. Hit hard by the economy and the failing health of the vintner, Caroline is selling off all the remaining wine and retiring her pours after sixteen years of service. She started us off with generous tastings of the dry reds, about six in total. Then she moved to the sweet wines, pulling a dozen plus bottles from the fridge! It was incredible! We were so seduced by her stories and generosity (and the twenty-five percent discount), we bought a case of the various offerings. Gentle readers, I must confess, I have never done such a thing in all my life!
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| Caroline, what a dream! |
After our bacchanalia, we made our last stop at the Valley Hungarian Sausage and Meat Company where they make a fantastic array of fresh and cured sausages. We ate summer sausage sandwiches and bought a few links of boy scout kielbasi (being a popular recipe for the touring youth) and spicy smoked kielbasi. Charles was delighted to find local pecans for $2.75 a pound, grown in the owners yard.
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My bolshevik sister behind the counter at
Valley Hungarian Sausage & Meat Co |
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Well, there she is! Miss Little Rock 2003
and her prize pig! |
A real magical mystery tour, if e'er there were one!