Monday, July 17, 2006
e-i-e-i-ho.
the manpanion and i went and visited his sister out in nueva jersey this weekend. Being big fans of farmer's markets, the m.p. and i held out breath and turned blue until big sis took us to stults farm, the local pick-you-own farm



where their rules and regs are as plentiful as their fruits and vegetables.
big sis took her young, impressionable son with us, so i had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from constantly referring to stults farm as "sluts farm" and making jokes about it being a sex farm for sex hookers. because of this, i had to entertain myself in a more family-friendly way. namely, taking pictures:

bittermelon (though, i'm not entirely convinced it's not supposed to be "bitter melon")

zucchini blossom. i used to eat my own weight in these every summer back in "de old cantree".

who knew eggplant flowers are so pretty?

the apricots had just been sprayed with pesticide, and weren't yet ready to be picked.

technically, the blackberries weren't meant to be picked either, but that didn't stop the m.p., who got a basketfull, and a bit of a scolding from the farmlady.

i myself preferred the raspberries, but to each their own, right?

being that we were in new jersey, i was hoping for some hotness, but had to make due with this guy, who was just ok cute.
as always, there's more hilarity and vegetation in the flickr set i made with these pictures and more from my trip to the farm.



where their rules and regs are as plentiful as their fruits and vegetables.
big sis took her young, impressionable son with us, so i had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from constantly referring to stults farm as "sluts farm" and making jokes about it being a sex farm for sex hookers. because of this, i had to entertain myself in a more family-friendly way. namely, taking pictures:

bittermelon (though, i'm not entirely convinced it's not supposed to be "bitter melon")

zucchini blossom. i used to eat my own weight in these every summer back in "de old cantree".

who knew eggplant flowers are so pretty?

the apricots had just been sprayed with pesticide, and weren't yet ready to be picked.

technically, the blackberries weren't meant to be picked either, but that didn't stop the m.p., who got a basketfull, and a bit of a scolding from the farmlady.

i myself preferred the raspberries, but to each their own, right?

being that we were in new jersey, i was hoping for some hotness, but had to make due with this guy, who was just ok cute.
as always, there's more hilarity and vegetation in the flickr set i made with these pictures and more from my trip to the farm.



