As the Moth Turns

The State of California recently announced that it would spray a mix of pheromone and other undisclosed compounds in Northern California starting in August in an attempt to try and control the spread of the Light Brown Apple Moth. We have concerns and questions about it. FruitGuys Bridget Meigs has a first installment on the background of the Apple Moth. Regardless of where you live, I think this debate is a harbinger of community health issues to come as populations grow and urban areas encroach on agricultural land.
For explanations and photos of our fruit mix, please check out this week's mix.
A Small Moth Causes a Big Stir

Blueberry Who . . .? July 2, 2007

When Dan, our produce buyer, announced on Friday that we would be getting blueberries for the Harvest Flyer and Organic crates this week, Jeff, our distribution manager told us this.
Jeff: "When I was six this kid told me this blueberry joke. Knock, knock."
All of us in the office: "Who's there?"
Jeff: "Super-Blueberry."
All of us in the office: "Super-Blueberry who?"
Jeff: "YUM!"
All of us in the office: blink-blink. (Sound of crickets.)
Me: "That's the joke? There's nothing else? I thought you went to one of those magnet schools for smart kids?"
Jeff: "That's it. I still don't get it. I think the kid who told me that turned out to be a chemist."

A Chessboard of Apricots June 18, 2007

Tree-zilla! June 11, 2007

Here's a riddle: What non-human life form looks like a tree, is really a gigantic herb and produces a single flower from which 20 hands grow??? If you're thinking of "Tree-zilla," that terrifying jungle creature adapted perfectly for giving a group of 20 unsuspecting passing hikers relaxing backrubs, then you've qualified for the FruitGuys b-movie character development contest but sadly have not answered the riddle. I'm of course referring to the Banana plant.

Blake's Fruit May 21, 2007

Office Heros April 30, 2007

Mr. Jackson is down on one knee, silver stopwatch in hand. He's smiling and calling out times as runners cross the orange cones at the finish line. Our entire fifth grade class is bumping up against each other as we scurry around the last curve of the mile run. Pumping arms and legs are letting fly a sea of spastic elbows and knees in the elementary school version of "Chariots of Fire" meets "Jaws." I'm convinced that someone is going to lose an eye.

Match point: Summer April 23, 2007

Did I ever tell you the story about the spring I thought I was Bjorn Borg? The entire top drawer of my dresser was filled with deep-pile sweat bands. As it warmed up from winter into spring I'd trade the blue-white wrist bands with other kids on the block like I was an arbitrage wizard in the Bjorn Borg wrist band currency market. I carried a tennis racquet under my arm and when I was asked a question I tried to affect a Swedish accent. When I would play wall-ball at school it was always: "Advantage McEnroe" and I had just one chance to come back from behind to save the honor of my home country of Sweden. Afterwards, in my mind, it was Maypole dancing and Swedish meatballs for everyone.

The Hit and Miss of Spring Strawberries April 16, 2007

It's Saturday afternoon and I'm racing around to re-print the newsletter. Every Friday I get together with Dan, our produce buyer, to go over what is new and unique in the crates for Monday. This Friday, he told me we had strawberries coming - the berries would be picked late on Saturday, packed on Sunday, and delivered to our customers Monday morning. The goal was to have strawberries not more than 36 hours off the vine. We were all set. Then, Saturday morning, the rain hit. It stormed in Monterey and the San Francisco Bay Area. Heavy rain makes strawberries nearly impossible to pick. Any moisture on a strawberry accelerates its deterioration.

Sailing the Seas of Learning March, 26 2007

FruitGuy Noir: The Case of the Case on the Web February 26, 2007

They were standing around the FruitCrate when all heck broke loose. Jane was trying to convince John that "grapefruit" descended from a dinosaur egg-sized fruit-grape that used to grow under 20-foot-tall ferns and that giant people-long since extinct-used to make a tart wine out of it by crushing these magic grape-fruits between their toes. John was no Doe - he had been around the office and considered himself a connoisseur of fruit-flavored foods. He claimed to know every Jolly fruit flavor of roll-up and Rancher imaginable to man. "You're wrong Jane. That fruit," he pointed confidently, "is nothing less than sour apple flavor packaged up in a yellow wrapper.

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