Sunday, June 13, 2010

Tabora Farms and Orchard

At the first of June I longed to make a pilgrimage to my youth and harvest something straight from the earth. So, of course, I began (as one should with all things organic) with a google search. “Pick your own strawberries
19454” turned up a cornucopia of local
farms. I decided, being somewhat lazy in my pilgrimage (a bit of an oxymoron, I know), to start with the most local of local growers. Yet, between you and me, we'll say it was my deep hunger to support my domestic farmer and a drive to break the spell of oil addiction that led to this decision to call a farm in close by Chalfont.
I got the answering machine (which sounded like a bonafide, old time, circa, eighty-something, answering machine). It explained that they didn't offer strawberry picking anymore, but their neighbors at Tabora Farms and Orchard ( did. Soon, my husband and I found ourselves with a few dollars in cash, a giant blue bowl and well on our way to Tabora. Our journey took us past Peace Valley Park and Peace Valley Winery and finally to the farm.
When we pulled up, hanging baskets and fresh plants filled the atmosphere. A few men sat on some casual lawn furniture and ate lunch. We walked the path to the front door passed flowers in baskets and couples in rocking chairs, to enter a heaven of homestead culinary beauty.
Snag a friend, spouse, family member or enemy and make your way to Tabora. They have produce growing year round. Pick a season and, well, pick.You had your farm staples: Pies, cookies, muffins, cakes, jams, etc.; but beyond that there was a fully furnished deli and produce section. Roasted chicken, fruits, veggies, and even home made ice cream (rosemary flavored? I don't know. You try it and let me know.) filled the small building. The chipper girl at the register directed us to the strawberry field.
My husband would advise you first and foremost to not do as your tempted and plop right down in front of the first bunch of strawberries y
ou see and start picking. Rather, walk all the way to the back of the field and work your way to the front. Most people don't even make
it to the back of the field. There's plenty for the picking there. Another helpful hint? Don't bring a giant blue bowl. They hand out little containers there. I know what you're thinking, “I'll be waste conscious and bring my own giant bowl.”. Trust me, you'll never be able to stop picking. You think you can stop any time? Wrong. You'll be chasing the strawberry dragon all day. So, do yourself a favor. Use their containers. One giant blue bowl later; we made our way to the check out, where despite the meager cost of $1.50 per pound, we didn't have enough cash to cover our excursion. Good thing an aunt had discovered this community treasure long before us, had stopped in to grab a few items and offered to cover our tab.


  1. Hi Kristen.

    I remember when my wife was pregnant with our first child, we went to a farm in New Jersey and picked our own blueberries. There's something about "working the fields" that is basic and rewarding...and the blueberries tasted great on our pancakes the next morning.

    Thanks for the tour.

    Mark (Bernstein)

  2. I'm hungry for the picking. Thanks for the tour. Mom

  3. Hey Kristen, I was just skimmin through your blog here...
    you mentioned in a previous post that you enjoyed beer, and on the subject of inexpensive outings I thought I'd share a little gem with you.
    The Philadelphia Brewing Co. located in the beautiful Kensington area offers free tours on Saturday's between 12-3pm. But it gets better, the brewery itself is rather charming (not the neighborhood...that has a different kind of charm. haha) But its very laid back, you show up and they offer you a passport (also free!) which allows you to try all of their different brews, which I enjoyed all of...especially Fluer De Lehigh. Anyway, so you hang out for a while and chit chat with the other patrons and drink your free beer and then get to go on a pretty neat tour of the brewery. Way better than Yeungling if you've ever been there.
    So if you ever have time on a Saturday I seriously reccomend checking it out!

    -Sara Shaw

  4. Mark, that was such a wonderful memory to share. I really appreciate that. I have a great blueberry memory too. At home we had 5 bushes. They were huge. It took us hours to pick all those berries, but man did I love my mom's muffins she'd make in the morning.
    Speaking of mom, thanks so much for always reading and commenting.
    Sara, Brilliant idea! So brilliant, infact, that I think I'm just going to go for a tour on my vacation. Awesome. Thanks so much for sharing.

    Kristen Love