Thursday, June 16, 2011
I know, I know, I've written an awful lot about Amelanchiers recently, viz. today's Edible Manhattan Amelanchier pictures and post...
Well, the city is dripping with them, and I can't help it. We walked from the southern tip of Manhattan late yesterday afternoon to the end of the Highline at 29th Street. Vince showed me an enourmous stash of the berries (above) beside the little cove in the Battery Park greenway that lines the Hudson River here, and again we were the only people paying attention to them. A flock of unwieldy pigeons was feasting on one the trees. Interestingly, these berries were very juicy but less intensely flavoured than the ones at Pier One, perhaps because in Battery Park they are shaded by tall locust trees, and not in full sun.
Then, on the newly opened part of the Highline, which was gorgeous and packed, more Amelanchiers, planted below a raised catwalk, so that the berries are at grazing height. How considerate.
We still have some pie left, and I say it is the true American pie. Nevermind apples. Red are the raw berries, white is the ice cream and blue is the cooked mass of fruit. Made in America.