09 August 2010

i gawk at good eats and great agricultural gems along rural routes.

i am always ready to smack myself upside the head when i discover a swoon-worthy local treature and wonder how i never trailed my way there before. this stood as the case for my first visit to fisher's fresh farm produce in a good stretch of town known as oley, pennsylvania.
two summers ago, i wrote a story about felicia fisher, whose family owns the produce farm. she whips up recipes of pie after pie daily with the black buggy baking company, which she stirred into existence after leaving a job practicing commercial litigation on park avenue in new york city. simply put, she revealed that her heart pulled her more toward baking by then than the legal end of her career minutes could.

fisher is infamous for her $1.00 over-sized cookies, obviously a winner by the delight-filled eyes and tight grip of my niece, lillee grace, in a scene above. i purchased a peach crumble pie for myself and after the first bite stepped back in awe at my kitchen counter, wondering what the subtle yet obvious difference was in its taste compared to others i've had elsewhere. knowing fisher prides her each and every pie on using the freshest and most locally grabbed ingredients, the light yet perfectly measured sweet lure of it probably had something to do with that--blended with her natural talent of juxtaposing mixing bowls, ovens, and all the obvious in-betweens.

lillee grace and i picked out a blueberry crumble pie for her family, with some ears of sweet corn only chosen by her small hands. on the car ride home, she chanted and growled OPEN THE PIE from the backseat, well into the house once our venture ended. 

but the farm stand itself beckoned all things delightful via vines and more fruitful wood. for the millionth time in my life, i felt so grateful to have my trusty camera snuggled into my bag in the car.

i also purchased some monumentally sized peaches along with sugar plums. having them  each in my kitchen was such an unlikely charm. bursting with ripe flavors of summer straight from friendly fruit trees, i boasted wildly about the sugar plums to anyone who would listen. i don't think i'd ever had a sugar plum before this. it was so difficult not to eat more than 5 or 10 at once ! i gifted some to my neighbors and my brother's family because such bites of persuasion of the good in life should be shared, never kept to just yourself, i figure.  

foodie blogger extrordinaire, amy strauss, swelled well to my persuasion and stopped at the farmstand herself to test out the sugar plums. she then learned why i just couldn't shut up about the ploppable fruit, all the better of course once you spit out the pits and just get your nom on.

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