For every day in 2008, I did something new. In 2016, I am challenging myself to break my routine at least once a week.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I think I've mentioned before that I grew up in Saskatchewan. My grandparents lived on a farm, and we'd spend summers out there.
They had a big garden with a variety of vegetables, as well as strawberries and raspberries.
However, around this time of year, we'd go and pick one of the native fruits from that area - Saskatoon berries.
My grandmother wore a dress every day. Saskatoon picking day was pretty much the only day when she'd wear pants. We'd all put on old clothes, and pack ourselves into the van. We'd get to wherever the saskatoons were good that year. When we got there, we'd all pile out of the van. Everyone would tie a pail around her waist with an old tie, and we'd start picking.
We picked chokecherries on occasion as well - they are easy to pick because of how they grow on the branch. Saskatoons are not easy to pick - you have to pick each berry individually. Needless to say, we'd get bored quickly.
When we finished, we'd head home. At that point, the pails were half-filled with berries, and then filled with water. (This made it easier to pick out bad berries, as well as twigs and leaves). Once they were drained, my grandmother would put the berries on a tablecloth, and then "sort" them into containers. The sorting basically consisted of taking out all of the bad/unripe berries.
Saskatoons are small, purple berries. They look like small blueberries, but have a stronger taste.
Anyway, a few years ago I discovered a farm outside of Ottawa that sells saskatoons. It has become a part of my summer routine to make one or two trips out there.
Today I went out there after work and picked up some saskatoons.
There's really no point, this is just a rambling story.