I do love pears. All types of pears. Not too firm, not too soft; they have to be at the right time of their life.
and the bananas are overdone.
If you start with a great peach, there's nothing you're ever going to do that's going to make it any better than when it comes off the tree. In 1970, that was a revolution.
Like begets like. We gather perfect fruit from perfect trees... . Abused soil brings forth stunted growths.
The best fruits are plucked for each by some hand that is not his own.
But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.
I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.
Although a crisp texture is the single most prized quality in an apple - even more desirable than taste, according to one study - crispness is more a matter of acoustics than of mouth feel.
I'm a farmer's market girl, so if you go and get beautiful, fresh fruit, that's local, and it hasn't been frozen yet, it's pretty fantastic.
It is an apple full of worms compared to an apple that's fresh and delicious.
You cannot eat apples planted from seeds. They must be grafted, cloned.
In California, you're on a first-name basis with fruit. You take a beautiful Blenheim, you don't want to mess with it.
I believe that the responsibility of the winemaker is to take that fruit and get it into the bottle as the most natural and purest expression of that vineyard, of the grape varietal or blend, and of the vintage.
A great fig should look like it's just about to burst its skin. When squeezed lightly it should give a little and not spring back. It must be almost unctuously sweet, soft and wet.
It's all about the fruit. A crumble should maintain the integrity of the fruit.
I grew up shopping from farm stands. Dad taught me how to smell a good cantaloupe and thump a watermelon for ripeness.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
I pity Americans for their very bad fruits. Your 'mango' is cucumber. The only thing I really miss about Egypt is mangoes.
Like its breakfast companion Marmite, jam seems to divide the crowds. In many of its mass-produced guises, it seems barely acquainted with the fruit named on the jar, tasting mostly of sugar.
Everything is just better in California - the wine, the food, fruits and vegetables, the comforts of living. Even the instrumentalists are generous and curious. Everything is wonderful.
