I spent my Independence Day at my parents's friends's house, arriving for lunch. I felt awfully guilty for downing so much food!! All that fillet mignon and shrimp cocktail put me in a bellyful daze. After some scrumptious Italian cake, we all spontaneously decided to go to the nearby orchards and go fruit picking! Although usually I would have passed, for the thought of picking food under the summer heat seemed painstaking, but lately I've been in such high spirits, and I got very excited at the baked concoctions I could make with the fruit I picked. My family and I picked 5 pounds of blueberries, all a beautiful indigo hue and luscious. Sadly, there were slim pickings for the raspberries (no pun intended), so we did not pick any. And it was such ashame, because I was looking forward to those little berries. In fact, they are one of the my favorite fruits ever, surpassing strawberries! If anything, I think that raspberries are strawberrie's classier, more demure cousin. And lastly, we went down to the peach trees and picked some plump white peaches. I was starting to break a few beads of sweat when we were finally finished and ready to get back to the house. After resting for some time we had dinner, and although it was an American holiday yesterday, we had a simple rustic French dinner of salamis, prosciutto, and brie on warm baguettes. Afterwards I had my favorite dessert: fruit tart. Two servings of it to be exact. I'm telling you all, I don't think I've eaten this much in awhile. Yet I did not feel so gross, for everything was delectable and pleasureful. Even the three pound difference on the scales when I came home didn't seem to faze me.
Here are pictures of my pickings:
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ohhh your independence day sounds great!
nice fruits :P
our independence day is in september and we eat/drink a lot and try to dance typical chilean dances (which almost no one knows how to dance properly hahaha)
anyway...
enojy the summer Annie :D
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