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“If you want to have a lucky New Year, I think you should add grapes to the menu,” my friend says. I’ve just told her about our family’s usual New Year’s Eve spread of light appetizers and munchies. “Grapes?” I ask. “Why?” Grapes for Good Luck Grapes are totally appropriate for a charcuterie board, but I’ve never heard them described
My family isn’t great about sending holiday cards. One year, we made a Valentine’s Day card instead because we were just that late to the party! But I do love receiving them, and one of my December jobs is swapping new cards in for old ones in the collage that covers our pantry door year-round. The Story Behind Our Card
I’m in the cockpit of a giant plane flying through a thunderstorm. I peer through the clouds and—SPLAT! A cupcake falls from the sky and smashes against the windscreen. Then—BAM! A chocolate chip cookie bounces off the wing. A second later, it’s raining calendars and lunchboxes, and my plane is spiraling out of control, like I’m stuck in an outtake
Before we get into my top winter citrus picks, I have a quick trivia question for you: When was the last time that San Francisco had an actual snowstorm? Was it… A) 1951 B) 1962 C) 1976 D) 1980 The answer is… drumroll please… 1976! I wasn’t here to see it, but enough snow fell to turn the hills white.
I’m working in The FruitGuys’ office today, but my mind keeps straying to the work trip I have planned for next week. More specifically, I’m thinking about the grab-and-go office snacks I’ll sneak into my purse before I leave. (Can you tell I’m writing this just before lunchtime?) I always like to pick out a few of my favorite snacks
It’s dinner time on a Tuesday in September, and we’re starting a new family tradition: sharing something we’re grateful for before we eat. Our five-year-old wants to go first. “I’ll start, I’ll start!” he says. He pauses for effect, then declares, “I’m grateful for poo-poo and butts!” Our nine-year-old cracks up, and my wife and I try not to smirk.
It’s 12:15 p.m. on a Thursday, and I’m glued to my computer screen. I’m not answering an email or writing a presentation. Instead, I’m in a virtual chatroom with a handful of other FruitGuys employees, and we’re brainstorming answers to the question, “What’s a bird, other than a turkey, that you can eat on Thanksgiving?” Quail? Duck? Goose? My eldest
One of the things I love the most about working at The FruitGuys is that we have truly amazing clients. There’s a real desire in our community to come together and help each other through corporate giving, especially in hard times like the government shutdown we’re facing right now. Last week, I posted a blog about The FruitGuys’ grocery donation
To me, federal workers aren’t just anonymous people in suits in Washington, DC. They’re the friends and neighbors who make sure my mail gets delivered, my kids can visit national parks, and my flights can land safely (including the one I’m on right now). Many of those workers aren’t getting paychecks this week because of the government shutdown. So The
It’s October in Tempe, Arizona, and I’m hiding from the heat on the shaded patio of Arizona State University’s dining hall. In front of me is a table loaded with multiple varieties of watermelon and squash. They’re as farm-fresh as it gets: The day before, I visited AZ Artisans Farms in Waddell (about forty miles away) and helped farmer Ivory Flemister
A few weeks ago, I was invited to talk about fall fruit on KTLA, a local Los Angeles TV station. As I set up the table for the segment with Juana and Miguel—two of The FruitGuys’ amazing LA team members—I noticed just how excited the crew and reporters were about the fruit. Behind the Scenes at KTLA Some were fruit
Can you guess what holiday it is today? I’ll give you some clues. Let’s play “blog charades”! It’s five words The first word is synonymous with “across the country” The second word is part of our name The third word is a tiny connector; it indicates where or when something is The fourth word is something most of us do
A few weeks ago, I was in Palm Springs, California, for the Society for Hospitality and Foodservice Management’s annual conference. As the team and I set up our booth for the show, I got a call from my wife. “I’m so sick that I can’t get the kids to school,” she said quietly. “I can’t even make their lunches.” She
I have a confession: I haven’t eaten an orange in the office or at home for at least a month. Valencia oranges are my go-to variety in the summer, and it’s not their fault—I’ve just been incredibly distracted with the bounty of summer fruit. And now, because I missed my window, I might not get a chance for a little
Years ago, my wife and I went to a friend’s wedding in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. The packed schedule of wedding activities didn’t leave us much time to explore the city. But on the last day, a bunch of us hopped into a van and a hotel staff member took us to their favorite street taco spot. I still remember the
I’m standing in the grass in front of our office, and my fingers are sticky from the oranges I just speed-peeled. It’s National Fruit at Work Day 2017—and our team is celebrating with a round of “Fruit Olympics.” We’ve already competed to see who can peel the most oranges in a single minute and who can spit watermelon seeds the
Even before I was an official FruitGuy, I had a fruit nickname. My dad called me “Plumbody” as a kid because I ate an inordinate amount of plums. I still have vague memories of pulling open a door below our stove that I used as a table/seat and sitting there to eat my fill—but I don’t remember why I liked
There’s something magical about farmers markets. My family and I love strolling through the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market in San Francisco, greeting the growers The FruitGuys works with, and taking in the rainbow of fresh produce. My sons’ favorite traditions are climbing on the Gandhi statue and eating fresh strawberries—or whatever fruit is in season—by the handful. At The FruitGuys,
I’ve been a very lucky lady this summer. My parents took our entire family (including my siblings and their families) to Italy to celebrate their sixtieth wedding anniversary. Our first stop was in Venice, where almost everything happens by boat. The city had garbage boats, delivery boats, police boats, ambulance boats, and even fruit boats! On our first day in
I mentioned in my last post that my kids love nectarines; they just can’t get enough. So even though we don’t have a backyard, I thought it would be fun to see if we could grow a nectarine tree from seed. Farms generally don’t do this. They start their orchards with rootstock—hardy tree roots they can combine with the stem
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