When it comes to “foraging”, I really have no shame. Several years ago, we were in Joplin and found a business that had dozens of crab apple trees in their landscaping.
The trees were so full of fruit so we asked if we could gather some and they said “Take all you want!” so we did.
Most every time I leave home, I pass a pear tree that is full of pears. I always ask Vince if we can stop and ask the people if we can have some pears and he won’t do it. “I’m not begging for food!” I don’t see it as begging. If they’re not using them and they’re going to waste, why can’t I have them?
Today I was so tired and decided take a nap. The minute I got in bed, I remembered those pears and I said . . dang it . . if Vince won’t ask them if we can have some, I will ask them. I got up, got in the car and went to the pear tree. I asked and the lady said “Take all you want!” I took her some eggs and offered to bring her a pear cake or pie but she said she didn’t eat much sweets.
Several bags full of pears came home with me. They’re small and hard . . good for canning and baking. Poor tree . . probably hasn’t had any fertilizer or extra water in years and years.
I came home and cut up enough of them to make a pear cake. Tomorrow I will cut the rest of them and can them and the best part . . I will save all the skins, cores and parts I don’t use and start a making of pear vinegar . . my favorite fruit vinegar!