The Pawpaw, America’s Premier Edible Fruit, Grows Quietly in Baltimore
by Lydia Woolever
Printed July 28 in Baltimore Journal
Excerpt: Doron Kutnick emerges from the overflowing shrubs of his white farmhouse in Hampstead right before his initially cup of coffee. It is late June, just days prior to the summer solstice, and at 9 a.m., the morning shade nonetheless sweeps throughout the open fields and enclosed greenhouses of the two-acre Two Boots Farm that he operates with his wife, Elisa.
But we’re not below for the flowers and veggies that develop ahead of us, being tended to by various workers in advance of the day’s warmth unfurls like a stretching cat. Instead, in a straw hat and gray T-shirt, holding a ceramic mug, Kutnick ambles down the hill, earlier the persimmons, into a meadow-like route, and through the forest, which ultimately qualified prospects to a tiny clearing, crammed with rows and rows of pawpaw trees.
“It’s a beautiful tree, and it actually is a large amount of enjoyable to acquire care of these matters,” states Kutnick, standing amidst the slender gray trunks and wide symmetrical leaves of some 200, ranging in dimension from little, grafted saplings to 12-foot specimens dangling with powdery inexperienced clusters of what glimpse like tender-skinned avocados or unripe mangos.