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I jettisoned the canning jars from Tractor Supply first. Then a box of lids. Then the tupperware I brought the quiche in.

That made room for one harvest basket of cherries (about eight pounds) in my black gym bag.

The other seventeen pounds were split amongst the other two cardboard baskets and wrapped in a blue ikea bag then strapped up with fluorescent orange safety tape. Oh, add to that the two pounds of black currants from Joan’s garden.


That’s twenty-seven pounds of fruit. That’s more than 25% of my own body weight in freshly picked fruit. Add to that my 15″ MacBookPro, miscellaneous camera equipment, Zyrtec, lipgloss, p.j.s, toothbrush and spare undies, socks and flipflops.

Warwick>Monroe Bus Terminal>Port Authority Bus Terminal>2 Train>Harlem


I rode inside this pissy-smelling bus that cross-crossed state lines and played tag with a line of thunderstorms. The cherries rode in the cargohold.

Don’t ever say I don’t love you.


Written by etinnyo

July 2, 2013 at 6:34 am

Posted in Art, Food, New York, Pie

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