It’s officially autumn. Yesterday was the first full day of the season, and that means local apples are ripe for the picking and ready for eating. Without a doubt, there is a huge difference in taste between a locally picked apple and one that has been in cold storage. The flavor is not apples to apples. Local apples taste like the “homemade” version of what an apple should be. They are the epitome of flavor. Apples are one of the top fruit choices for Americans, and for many other people throughout the world, too. If you can purchase local apples during the next month or so, you are truly in for a treat. How do you like those apples?
Donna Zitter Bordelon
| September 24, 2014 |
The Hop Angel Brauhaus in Fox Chase launched a fall full of public festivals last weekend with its inaugural Pumpkinfest on Saturday and Sunday. The German-style public house offered a variety of pumpkin beers and pumpkin dish specials, while engaging visitors in a variety of seasonal activities, including pumpkin decorating.
It was sweet, good and fun for everyone. The Philadelphia Honey Festival, held last weekend, proved to bee the queen bee of festivals — one sweet treat. If you missed this year’s festival, mark your calendar for next September, and bee ready to buzz over there. Besides honey tastings from local beekeepers with jars of honey and honeycomb for sale, there were hive demonstrations, honey extractions, plant sales and children’s activities, along with music and a cooking contest. Additionally, two authors were on hand and discussed their new books – one a bee thriller about colony collapse disorder, sprinkled with suspense and romance, and the other about urban beekeeping. Libations made with honey for sampling included mead and Colonial porter — both “unbee-lievaby” tasty.
Donna Zitter Bordelon
| September 17, 2014 |
A Bavarian and Local Beer Tasting will be held this Saturday at the Danube Swabian Association.
There is this persistent rumor that’s been going around for years that people like to drink beer. Those intrigued by this notion might like to make it over to the Danube Swabian Association, 1277 Southampton Road, on Saturday, Sept. 13, to sample some imported and local suds.
Across the city, the hum of air conditioners has ceased, as has the sound of splashing water in the pools. Neighborhoods have grown quiet. On the horizon, you can see it coming ever so cautiously down the street. The mere sight of it strikes terror in young hearts while at the same instant it induces total and unequivocal tranquility in the hearts of their mothers. It’s big. It’s yellow. Here comes the school bus!
“Let’s go to Pittsburgh,” I said, when the possibility of a long weekend trip came up a few weeks ago. Why not? Having traveled some miles over the years, Pittsburgh was one relatively close destination we’d talked about but never visited.
As we flip the calendar and leave July, we leave behind National Ice Cream Month, which was first declared by President Reagan in 1984. August usually brings even hotter temperatures and higher humidity to Philly. What better way to beat the heat than to enjoy some icy indulgences?
There’s something about fresh-picked corn (and tomatoes and peaches) at roadside stands in New Jersey that makes my car immediately pull to the side of the road. Last weekend, on the ride home from the Shore, the signs reading “Fresh Corn - $2.99 a Dozen” forced me to make a bee-line to the roadside produce stand. And I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Jersey corn is coming into season, and ready for harvest.
“Oh, I forgot to add the blueberries!” exclaimed Aunt Doris, who frequently brings her fabulous blueberry cake to share after our art class each week. We are not blood relatives, but Aunt Doris is the kind of person anyone would wish to have as an aunt. And she makes some mean cakes.