fun with seasonal fruit

What Strange Manner of Prunus is This?

I like it when the human male does the grocery shopping because it means A) *I* don’t have to do it, B) The human female doesn’t dither about what’s more nutritious or what’s on sale, and C) we will probably end up with something unusual that wasn’t on the list. Sometimes it’s oddly-flavored potato chips. Other times it’s a new kind of fizzy water. I wonder what he’s brought home today?

Well, that’s different.

The bag says, “Part cherry, part plum.” The human female says that’s “codswallop,” and that these particular ones are probably not plum-cherry hybrids, just Prunus cerasifera or myrobalan plums, which are naturally small.

And they ARE small! Anything shorter than Sigyn is teeny-tiny!

(nibble, nibble.) They taste like regular plums, just a little tarter and a little bit firmer.

I wonder what the human female is going to do with them?

Sigyn says she knows what to do with them!

“Once upon a time in the middle of the Big Orchard, there lived three plums. Papa Plum …

“Mama Plum …

“And wee, tiny Baby Plum.

“They all lived happily together in the bright sunshine…

“Until Sigyn and Loki came along one day and gobbled them all up!”

Wow. That got dark really quickly.

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FINALLY!!!!

The human female is on her fourth (or is it fifth? So many cherries have disappeared into her pie hole that I’ve lost track.) bag of cherries this summer, and it wasn’t until today that she discovered a twin cherry that Sigyn and I can use in our annual cherry pull.

I intend to examine them very carefully for structural flaws. I am determined that this year, I will be triumphant!

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I’m winning! I’m winning! I can feel it! I’m going to win this time, and I can gloat and celebrate and be Cherry Champion for the coming year and…

…and look at Sigyn’s little face! She’s trying soooo hard. Who can say no to that face? Not me. There’s really only one thing to do…

You won! You won, Sigyn! You are the Queen of Cherries!

See that smile?

Totally worth it.

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Must Be Something in the Water

Most of us here in this house are a big fan of fresh blueberries. Sigyn and the human female are an even bigger fan of big blueberries.

Which is why they were overjoyed when the male brought home these monsters from a recent visit to the market.

(poke, poke, poke) This is either a new cultivar or the grower is feeding them something… untoward.

The larger ones are fully an inch across…

…and about a third of a Sigyn tall.

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1…2…3… Agree!

I mentioned in passing that, even though the human female has been stuffing her face with cherries these last few weeks, Sigyn and I haven’t found a twin cherry to have our annual cherry pull.

It’s been disappointing because it’s a serious tradition around here.  Sigyn usually wins.  We tied once, and once she let me win, but usually she ends up with the bigger piece of stem and gets her wish.  Good thing for her she’s so cute

At last!  This particular bag of red cherries has a twin cherry waaay down at the bottom.

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Are you ready, Sigyn?  I’m going to win this year, just so you know.

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Ah.

My beautiful, my most beloved, my supremely excellent Sigyn has just had the most brilliant idea.  Why struggle–why compete–why strive and make wagers, when we could both just agree to wish for the same thing and have done?

3…2…1… WISH!

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Got what we wanted!

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More Fun With Summer Fruit

Every year about this time, the wild, high-climbing grape vine in the backyard makes a lot of big, black grapes that the lazy local wildlife can’t be bothered to eat.

I can’t say that I blame them.  It is far too hot and humid to want to climb trees in search of grapes that, while they have a sweet pulp, have some of the thickest,  most astringent peel known in all of grapedom.

The result is that most of this viniferous abundance just drops off the vines and collects on the pavement.  The car, on the rare occasions we drive anywhere, just makes what I call “driveway jam.”

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Poke, poke, poke.  Even if I can reach them now, I don’t really want to eat them, but there has to be something useful to do with them.

If the human female had a package of black table grapes in the cooling box, I’d sneak some of these wild ones in among them, just to watch her face.

Hmm.  Maybe I can make her a puckery little surprise and leave it in the freezer…

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Mind-boggling Berry

Great Frigga’s hairpins!  Will you look at the size of this thing!

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Sigyn, it makes about seven of you!

It’s cherry season, but we haven’t found any twin cherries yet ripe for the pulling, so we’ll have to amuse ourselves with this gargantuan beauty.

Two more like this and we’ll have enough for pie!

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Sigh. Let’s Give This Another Try.

Sigyn has managed to find some of her very favorite, red and yellow Rainy Cherries.  She wants to have another cherry-pull.

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I’m torn. I truly am.  Usually she wins.  I don’t know how, but she does.  Oh, one time we tied, and one time she let me win, but usually she ends up with the bigger piece of stem.  So I don’t know why I bother, except it makes her so happy.

And I can refuse my dearest nothing.  Very well, Sigyn.

1…

2…

3…

PULL!

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Great Frigga’s corset!

Mutter, mutter, mutter…

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Mutter, mutter, mutter…

Best two out of three?

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It’s That Time of Year Again!

Odin’s eypatch, where does the time go?!   The grass on the roadsides is turning tawny, the mosquitoes are living it up, and the outdoor air has all the physical properties of a lukewarm bath.  I  have blinked once since last year’s festivities and suddenly it’s cherry season again.  Sigyn and I have been doing this for years—when the cherries come in, we have our annual cherry pull.  Sigyn usually wins, and I have my suspicions about last year’s results…  Still, it’s a Tradition, with a capital “T”, and Sigyn loves it so, and thus here we are.

Hmm.  This year’s fruit looks a little smallish and under-ripe.  It is a little early.   Perhaps someone jumped the gun a bit with the harvest.

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Come, my love.  Let us get my humiliation over with.

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1…2…3…  Tug!

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Gnnnngh!  Idunn’s little apples!  The stems this year are most monstrously strong!

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Pull pull pull pull, pull ……..

<Snap!!!>

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Heels over horns!

Ow.  Sigyn, light of my life, are you all right?  You’re sure?  Well, thank goodness for that.  No, I am not injured either.  Let us examine the results.

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Is that…?  Do my eyes deceive me?   We appear to have tugged to a draw!  We both have an intact stem and a bit of the connector.  I didn’t think that was even possible!

I suppose we shall have to wait for another double cherry to come along and go best two out of three.   

Stay tuned!

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Prunus tripla, Part II: The Early Bird

Imagine my outrage when I discovered that my oafish “brother” and his pals had seized upon my triple cherry and had their way with it while Sigyn and I were searching for a third for cherry-pulling fun.  That is such a Thor thing to do!  Waltz in at the last minute, toss a little lightning around, and spoil everyone’s fun.

Well, the joke is on him.  The human female is working in the herbarium, and she has brought cherries for lunch— and he’s not getting any!

Great Frigga’s Hairpins!  Here is ANOTHER triple cherry!

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No, Fisi. The rule against hyena spit is still in force.

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Sigyn, let’s go find someone to pull it with us.  Fisi, you stand guard, and if Thor and his pals show up, feel free to bite them in the kneecaps.

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Grr.  Sigyn and I couldn’t find anyone to play with us.  As a last resort, I have summoned a magical clone.  He and I and Sigyn will make short work of this drupaceous triplet, and–

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Nope, no idea.

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Prunus tripla

It is still cherry season.  The human male did the grocery marketing and came home with a bag of the biggest, blackest cherries I have ever seen.

How big are they?

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They’re a little less than one Benno in height, about two Bennos around, and about three Bennos in weight.

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He’s terrified of them.

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Run, Benno, run!

There are a lot of twin cherries in the double handful the human female brought for lunch.

Idunn’s Pomes and Ponytails!  It’s a triple cherry!  I have never seen the like!

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How does one pull a triple cherry?  I guess we need someone else to participate.  No, Fisi, I’m not letting you do it. I don’t want hyena spit on my fruit!

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Let’s go see if we can find someone else to play with us…

(meanwhile)

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