My wise old grandmother used to make a wide variety of pies, three of which I disliked intensely: pecan, mince meat, and date. Nuts and meat simply don’t belong in pies. Dates I simply didn’t like.
When I was over in Palm Springs a few weeks ago, I saw many date palms, all of them with their little dates hanging in plastic bags. Looked like this:
I thought it interesting that dates apparently are harvested by letting them fall into the plastic bags. Unless the plastic bags help them all ripen at the same time, or something like that. Anyway, what a unique picture of date palm trees, something we don’t see here in San Diego.
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