Pick This
I was not initially into the 'pick your own fruit' thing. For one, I don't normally eat that much fruit, and B) I usually let the migrant farm workers do the picking. Despite that, we decided to head out to Brentwood where they have several orchards set up for people to pick stuff like cherries, blackberries, some freak hybrid called a pluot (plum + apricot, I believe), and nectarines. We chose Bacchini's Fruit Tree, mostly based on the fact that it had the most variety and was one of the closest, not because we knew how to pronounce it (we still don't). Jen even managed to convince Karisse that this would be fun and got her to drive down (with Shea, 14 months) from Sacramento to meet us. All in all, not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I could still think of many other ways to spend a Sunday, but this was something different and that was reason enough to give it a shot.
Sounds like we're going back later this summer, probably for strawberries. I may not even complain this time.
