You might be happy to know...perhaps even saltier...that the assumptions made in big town USA about people from small town USA are exactly the same in Switzerland...although here, everything seems small...including the assumptions.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece. I'm not sure what side of the pick-your-own-anything discussion I fall on...I do like the idea of people (especially kids) getting to know where food comes from. But it also seems so superficial and temporary to me. In my head, I see families learning about the apples in the orchids, then sitting down to a plate of pork chops to go with those apples and avoiding the discussion as to where those chops came from...
Your great Grandparents, on your Dads side, were Apple pickers and my mother packed Apples as well. in rhe Wenatchee area. It helped keep food on the table, The Elder side picked for living in the Grandview area.An great Uncle to me own Apple Orchard in Leavenworth, was a favorite place to o every fall.
You made me think about the slanted nostalgia that many people who live in cities have for an idea of 'the countryside': a nostalgia that isn't really nostalgia, I think, but an illusion of understanding that lies somewhere between idealization (Quaint!) or degradation (Backwards bigots!), as you wrote. Part of that comes from how we understand politics here, in America: the simplistic narratives of city = liberal and rural = conservative, with a host of assumptions about education and class tied up in it. I don't know how we break that, just that we need to. And I write this as somebody who has lived her whole life in cities, or in a suburb so close to a city that it didn't even have a strip mall.
I'm not immune from apple picking idealization; it's something my family used to do, at Butler Orchards in Maryland, and I wanted it to be something that would bring us closer. But it didn't. It it just filled our fridge with a bag of apples.
(Honeycrisp is not the best apple. I also yuck that yum. Gold Rush forever! Rubinette!) (I am blessed from one of the apple stands in Dupont.)
You might be happy to know...perhaps even saltier...that the assumptions made in big town USA about people from small town USA are exactly the same in Switzerland...although here, everything seems small...including the assumptions.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece. I'm not sure what side of the pick-your-own-anything discussion I fall on...I do like the idea of people (especially kids) getting to know where food comes from. But it also seems so superficial and temporary to me. In my head, I see families learning about the apples in the orchids, then sitting down to a plate of pork chops to go with those apples and avoiding the discussion as to where those chops came from...
johnathan was always the best for cooking. Followed by the Rome, old fashioned Red Delicious, for eating.
Your great Grandparents, on your Dads side, were Apple pickers and my mother packed Apples as well. in rhe Wenatchee area. It helped keep food on the table, The Elder side picked for living in the Grandview area.An great Uncle to me own Apple Orchard in Leavenworth, was a favorite place to o every fall.
You made me think about the slanted nostalgia that many people who live in cities have for an idea of 'the countryside': a nostalgia that isn't really nostalgia, I think, but an illusion of understanding that lies somewhere between idealization (Quaint!) or degradation (Backwards bigots!), as you wrote. Part of that comes from how we understand politics here, in America: the simplistic narratives of city = liberal and rural = conservative, with a host of assumptions about education and class tied up in it. I don't know how we break that, just that we need to. And I write this as somebody who has lived her whole life in cities, or in a suburb so close to a city that it didn't even have a strip mall.
I'm not immune from apple picking idealization; it's something my family used to do, at Butler Orchards in Maryland, and I wanted it to be something that would bring us closer. But it didn't. It it just filled our fridge with a bag of apples.
(Honeycrisp is not the best apple. I also yuck that yum. Gold Rush forever! Rubinette!) (I am blessed from one of the apple stands in Dupont.)