Those would be the seldom-available Wraith’s Ichor cultivar. Mordor must have a bumper crop this year.
Seriously, I can’t think of a better word than “eww”. Did you actually eat any of the Frankenfruits? 20%-30% of the bunch being deformed seems way, way out of kilter.
Was that post, strictly speaking, necessary? And seriously, “seriously”? Seriously. What’s this implication that “eww” is a word? Cherries don’t grow in bunches, bananas do.
This bit of Thursday morning churlishness was brought to you by Bloomfield, who feels your pain. I know you’ve missed me.
For the past several years in July I have been driving to northern Michigan to partake of the freshly picked cherries. I like to stop at the roadside stands that let you pick your own cherries. When my bucket is full, I return to the stand and wash the cherries that I have picked. Then, with great pleasure I get back into my car and devour the Bing or Queen Anne cherries, which are my favorite. I am happy to say that so far the cherries have had only one stem and one pit per cherry. I prefer it that way.
However, this thread reminds me of the time in my life when I agreed to become the caretaker of a church property. When I initially surveyed the grounds, I saw that some of the plants were grotesquely deformed. Before I planted any new plants I decided to see if I could find the reason for this. After a little research I found out that one of the church members was volunteering his services to spray all of the plants with the herbicide, Roundup. When I confronted him about this and told him that I would like him to stop doing this and that I would be taking care of the yard, he became angry and explained to me the Roundup would not hurt any of the plants. The sad ending to the story is that the man was so attached to spraying the Roundup that he stopped coming to the church services.
After the herbicide spraying had stopped the deformed plants never improved their appearance, but the newly planted plants had normal foliage. The moral to the story is _____________. One possible moral is to not believe everything that you read on the container of a commercial product. Another moral is that life becomes much more difficult when you think that you must have your way all the time.
I buy cherries from the grocery every summer. I always notice a
few cherries which have grown together. I always thought it was
normal (though your numbers seem high). I should buy them at
the Farmer’s Market to see if they also display this phenomenon.
I don’t think it’s anything to worry about, though. Sometimes,
Nature is freaky.
My daughter’s boyfriend’s family’s cherry tree’s cherries (ok…I wanted to see how many possessives I could string together) are lovely and delicious, and we have been the beneficiaries of several jars of preserves. However, being completely backyardly organic, they do contain the occasional little white worm. Every little white worm is not filtered out in the pitting, so they can turn up on your toast. Rare though.
Organic worms though. What’s the harm?
I have seen siamese cherries amongst the baskets at our farmers’ market, but they’re rare.
I am not churlish, but I do have a headache.
I guess I’m not too familiar with all the types of cherries. When young, I had only ever seen the candied marashino ones. It was too cool to grow cherries locally. Even when I moved south, plus with all the current distribution to grocery stores of fruit from Chile, Mexico and California, I am only seeing the small, deep red types that are no more than a half inch diameter. So then friends from the west coast bring some of their local cherries frozen and bake a cherry pie. These things are hunormous, at least 2" diameter, not so red, a bit more leathery skin. To them, these were just regular cherries. I wonder how many more types of totally different cherries there are?
Double cherries are often suggestive of… certain anatomy. They are pretty common. I don’t think its from radiation.
We have a lot of “U-pick” cherry orchards about 20 miles east of here. It’s a sweet deal for the farmers. The amateurs come in and do all the work and pay the same if not more than at the market. Unfortunately, because of development insanity, they are tearing out orchards right and left to build houses so people can take on insane commutes and “live in the country.”
You’re right. They’d be the ones that have been genetically modified with human growth hormone. Sometimes they’re not too careful how they do it and the cherries develop other humanoid characteristics.
Same here. There’s still enough Strawberry picking to go around,
but it’s getting harder to pick blueberries and you have to get up
at 4AM to find any blackberries left on a farmer’s bush. We do pay
quite a bit less to pick our own, though. I guess the farmers haven’t
caught on to California economics, yet.
I’m churlish. And I have a headache. I hate cherries, which to me have the same taste as mothballs. You can have mine. I’ll have blackcurrants instead.