12 Ekim 2007 Cuma

Pick Your Own!


I hadn't heard before the name of Hewitt's Farm, the place where we picked our own vegetables to buy and ate deliciously fresh fruit.

One Sunday morning we took a deliberate decision to indulge in a little nostalgia, like the times when we were children. Once upon a time my grandmother used to raise her vegetables and fruit in her garden. Although she still is, now it's not as well-kept as it was some years ago. We used to climb up the fruit trees such as plum, fig, almond, cherry and especially mulberry. The fruit on the lower branches were consumed first, the children of neighbours and I had a competition about picking up fruit, and a minute later we had really colourful face and sticky hands.Two months ago we had a craving for inartificial red tomatoes, so we made some investigations which gave us an idea where we to find those. In a relatively short time we got on our pink car towards Orpington, to Hewitt's Farm!

At first sight, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a really huge farm, and it was a really hot sunny day in London. We entered covetously in the farm area and picked lots of kinds of beans, spring onions, cauliflowers, cabbages and then we saw blackberries and raspberries. They were delicious, and soon we were really got tired of eating them. After that we sat under the apple trees, and tasted immature apples and plums. They needed some time to be picked.

It's not possible to forget the enormous corn field, but they're also still babies to have a go. There is an area for the picnic and barbecue as well. Lots of people were enjoying fresh products of the farm, sun, and nice Sunday.

In the exit area we found our red and fresh smelling tomatoes. There was a long queue at the cashier and fruit stalls along the way, so I had some time to choose any other greens which I forgot to pick.
At home I cooked my fresh vegetables, and prepared green salad with my red tomatoes. After dinner we ate the best tasting fruit in the UK. All of them delicious. Now I am waiting for the mature corns impatiently, and also next year's strawberries, too.