Surprise Visitors from Bulgaria...
Yesterday, berry production jumped! We were on our strongest
section of the field, and Randy had to unload the picker after each round –
just not enough room for all the flats they were getting off each row.
Exhausting for the crew to handle so many berries! And a long and busy shift at
the plant later!
To add to our busiest day yet, a group of berry farmers from
Bulgaria showed up at our place for a tour…a tour that Randy forgot to put on
his calendar. (oops-mumblemumble) Of course, they would arrive when he was gone to town for supplies. My crew came up
to the deck for lunch and excitedly told me that a whole bunch of Bulgarians were
walking in the field, getting in the way of the picker and taking pictures of
everything – even crew members!
I wondered if I was having a dream since I had just roused
myself from falling asleep at my computer. “Bulgarians? Is this real?” I was
wondering. “I think I’ve had dreams like this before…A whole tour group showing
up and I’m completely unprepared…and I don’t speak Bulgarian.”
But it was very real, and gracious Bev, our researcher friend
and director of the tour, briefed me on the event and told me that she had
already talked to Randy who was on his way home and apologetic for his lapse.
So I ran to get my clipboard and get the signatures of the
visitors on our Food Safety required Visitors Log, and tried to explain to
people who don’t speak English what our Food Safety practices are, while
attempting to corral them out of the harvest area. (Not entirely successful, I
might add.)
Then I answered questions with the sound of confidence,
though really, I was not sure of the veracity of some of my statements. How
much does a harvester cost? How many tons of fruit are picked? What sprays are
used? Randy arrived back home just in
time to unload the machines, answer a few questions and then leave to bring
fruit to the plant. A couple of earnest-to-learn Bulgarians were visibly
annoyed.
I invited the now restless tour group to the deck, quickly
cutting my Royal Raspberry Cake into small squares and serving it with ice
water – as if I had planned it all along. (Thank you Lord for prompting me to
make a cake!)
Fortunately, before a few of the most…um…assertive guests
became frustrated, Randy returned to answer more questions and show them more
equipment. Before they left the farm to briefly visit the processing plant,
they graciously presented me with a gift for our hospitality.
Then they continued their zealous investigations at the
plant…which is much more sacrosanct than our harvest field. Thank you to JT for
the security services…Oh my…I promise it won’t happen again.
It was really not a great day for visitors, as we were
running around trying to keep up with the fruit production. We didn’t have time
to give much attention, (and it didn’t help that we forgot they were coming
{eye roll}). On the other hand, it was a great picture of the contrast for the
Bulgarian farmers, where they do not use machines to pick raspberries and must
get hundreds of workers to harvest their crop. I wouldn’t want to trade places.
They spoke of the great trouble they have getting enough labor to harvest their crops and asked how we keep our workers coming back each year. When I asked where they got their migrant workers, they said that there is a lower class in their country, the Gypsies, that provide manual labor -- no migrants. However, they are illiterate and undisciplined, wanderers, and obviously not respected by their employers. It struck me how politically incorrect Americans would find this information.
Most of the guests were courteous and thankful for the
opportunity, and the leaders of the group were very appreciative, and respectful.
But they have their hands full with some of the group who are pretty assertive
in their quest to learn, and unfamiliar with our culture. It’s obvious that US
growers are far ahead in food safety requirements and procedures. They were not
familiar with that at all, and very surprised and disbelieving about a number
of rules that we must follow.
Some days, I am disbelieving about the rules too…but our
guests lack of knowledge of food safety rules reminded me once again that food
from the US is the safest in the world.
And I was also reminded to be more diligent with our
calendars.
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