tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post4267139509257032786..comments2023-11-05T03:56:08.325-08:00Comments on Murrmurrs: The Forbidden FruitMurr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-77650528997137546392014-07-15T19:41:38.131-07:002014-07-15T19:41:38.131-07:00I take the easy route, Murr. My mother didn't ...I take the easy route, Murr. My mother didn't call me Lazy for nothing during my formative years. When you love the strawbs, there's no substitute for slacking and heading straight for the 6-cylinder, hitting the gas to the local fruit provider, and gorging yourself on your plunderings. Meet you there in about twenty?<br />Fragrant Liarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452052210826471034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-90410965099300575932014-07-15T10:15:35.717-07:002014-07-15T10:15:35.717-07:00I tried for years, also. No luck. Thankfully there...I tried for years, also. No luck. Thankfully there's a nice happy medium (or possibly large or small .. depending on your area) between home grown and the supermarket.. farmers' markets fit the local berry bill for me.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-83214235215333859472014-07-13T10:05:48.270-07:002014-07-13T10:05:48.270-07:00Guess you will just have to find someone who is su...Guess you will just have to find someone who is successful and has an over abundance of the berries and take some off her hands.Rose Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07180873324576064516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-2951056528475561022014-07-13T08:38:27.210-07:002014-07-13T08:38:27.210-07:00That's not really lavish, is it? Maybe this i...That's not really lavish, is it? Maybe this is harder than it appears.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-9503316125811728702014-07-13T08:37:51.471-07:002014-07-13T08:37:51.471-07:00The California berries are sort of like winter tom...The California berries are sort of like winter tomatoes. There's no point in getting them.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-69921626015234802842014-07-13T00:01:46.339-07:002014-07-13T00:01:46.339-07:00Off my twelve plants I get twenty berries-somehow ...Off my twelve plants I get twenty berries-somehow event he math seems wrong.Lynda Halliger Otvos (Lynda M O)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08938791116446859160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-38307172582700858502014-07-12T22:24:43.176-07:002014-07-12T22:24:43.176-07:00Yes, go to the store and buy a pint of Hoods.
We g...Yes, go to the store and buy a pint of Hoods.<br />We get those California berries here in Australia. I bought them once and never again. You're right, they were "tasteless red pulp around white cardboard hearts". They LOOK lovely and that's all. <br />I don't seem to be able to grow strawberries either. The most I ever harvested was three teeny tiny blobs of sweet red Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-41882757031137911162014-07-12T19:40:51.261-07:002014-07-12T19:40:51.261-07:00I really like the word, though. Because when I was...I really like the word, though. Because when I was little I pronounced "panties" "punnies" and that's what the whole family called them. And do to this day. Because we're Lutherans, and don't like the word "panties." Actually--and I really read this somewhere--no one likes the word "panties."<br />Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-8150492643305818332014-07-12T19:39:39.497-07:002014-07-12T19:39:39.497-07:00Would have been? Given the condition of my memory,...Would have been? Given the condition of my memory, it still can be.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-12980123711853099532014-07-12T19:27:59.607-07:002014-07-12T19:27:59.607-07:00I'm perversely glad to hear it. And after all,...I'm perversely glad to hear it. And after all, isn't it good to support the local economy?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-42774148444829411012014-07-12T18:44:19.596-07:002014-07-12T18:44:19.596-07:00The Hoods are done now. When they come in season,...The Hoods are done now. When they come in season, I eat whole flats of them. Can't grow them to save my life, though.roxiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14916948065233137971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-6416455790784750932014-07-12T17:22:45.687-07:002014-07-12T17:22:45.687-07:00Punnet - a small box that is used to hold soft fru...Punnet - a small box that is used to hold soft fruits (such as strawberries and blueberries). British. : a small basket for fruits or vegetables.<br />Wouldn't that have been a great Balderdash word?sculptor1https://www.blogger.com/profile/01342942066482312114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-46904683900898569402014-07-12T16:48:40.293-07:002014-07-12T16:48:40.293-07:00Done up right, it's a lot like Twinkies or som...Done up right, it's a lot like Twinkies or something.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-81182544315040798282014-07-12T16:48:08.540-07:002014-07-12T16:48:08.540-07:00Punnet?Punnet?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-73103252181573610832014-07-12T16:47:49.050-07:002014-07-12T16:47:49.050-07:00So you got no strawberries. But free cockatoos. Th...So you got no strawberries. But free cockatoos. That has to be worth something. Anyway, I think you're all wrong, and blueberries rule.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-79786551197044333402014-07-12T16:47:03.865-07:002014-07-12T16:47:03.865-07:00You're picking up whipping cream on the way ho...You're picking up whipping cream on the way home, aren't you? Aren't you?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-67159915396468345762014-07-12T16:46:26.114-07:002014-07-12T16:46:26.114-07:00Tabor needs you. Get on over there.Tabor needs you. Get on over there.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-34813610901609864002014-07-12T16:01:48.231-07:002014-07-12T16:01:48.231-07:00I've been on a strawberry binge for the past m...I've been on a strawberry binge for the past month. We're past the locally-grown ones now, but I still crave them to the point that I'm stopping at the produce market twice a week just for strawberries. I guess I should be glad it's not Twinkies or something. bpadgetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01517111873755808766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-68893153462312283872014-07-12T13:47:16.685-07:002014-07-12T13:47:16.685-07:00Yesterday, I bought a punnet of strawberries.Almos...Yesterday, I bought a punnet of strawberries.Almost "imported" as they are freighted from somewhere down Brisbane way.That's about a day's drive.I just needed the cheerful, sweet-sharp strawberry thing. And now I'll dream of mangoes. Only another 4 0r 5 months to wait...dinahmowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00052642938090553088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-78360240062869582492014-07-12T12:51:20.565-07:002014-07-12T12:51:20.565-07:00I would outvote Dave on the most delicious berry e...I would outvote Dave on the most delicious berry ever. Raspberries sing louder to me.<br />When I was a child we had a cockatoo who would agree with him though. The cockatoo (who was free) used to inspect the strawberry patch each day. If one was turning red, he picked it up and carefully examined both sides to ensure it was completely ripe. If it was - it was gone and smeared his beak. Not Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-28891136468363957972014-07-12T12:51:10.771-07:002014-07-12T12:51:10.771-07:00Ermmm... I'm not saying I qualify for that job...Ermmm... I'm not saying I qualify for that job (okay, I do) but have I mentioned I love retirement?dancinfoolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13942680650174061545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-52830370486988033312014-07-12T10:11:25.481-07:002014-07-12T10:11:25.481-07:00I'm on my way up to Northwest Crossing (Bend) ...I'm on my way up to Northwest Crossing (Bend) Farmer's Market! Strawberries, here I come!Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-56843783591937642382014-07-12T09:23:30.670-07:002014-07-12T09:23:30.670-07:00What was that children's book with the bunny f...What was that children's book with the bunny family that lived in someone's garden and he planted a row of vegetables just for them? Am I making that up?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-70845992871872158512014-07-12T09:04:55.823-07:002014-07-12T09:04:55.823-07:00I can grow them, but the deer and rabbits eat them...I can grow them, but the deer and rabbits eat them. And I live in the suburbs, for heaven's sake. The deer and rabbits tell me they were here first though.knittergranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160027913020949487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-25786605035551026582014-07-12T08:56:25.928-07:002014-07-12T08:56:25.928-07:00Plus, I can use his money.Plus, I can use his money.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.com