With such a lofty goal, and such deep divisions, that common ground may be elusive, and even trival seeming at times. But we have to start somewhere! Monday it all started with jelly.
It seems that Americans, where ever they are, will take the fruit, and in some cases flower, of whatever grows locally, smash it up,
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The Mayhaw trees at the Golden Acres Ranch, where we spent Monday night, were still dormant. Thriving because they can live in boggy land where other trees can't, they will bloom and fruit by May (hence the name). Once ripe the ranch owner, Bobbie, hosts a berry picking, jelly-making festival. She showed us some of the frozen berries which looked a lot like very large cranberries, and sold us some jelly. Mayhaw jelly is a deep rich burgundy color and tastes most like a smoked cherry/chocolate blend. It's unusual and really good.
Staying at the Golden Acres Ranch was one stop of what we hope will be many made possible by the Harvest Hosts program. For a small annual fee we are able to spend the nights at participating farms, wineries, museums and other attractions. It's a pretty cool program, a great way to get a little deeper into the country than staying at RV parks and campgrounds allow.
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