My first encounter with ground cherries happened in Vermont. I was selling baked goods at a farmers market when a young girl wandered over and offered a trade. I agreed, curious.
She returned with a small container of orange, lantern-shaped fruits, unwrapped one and offered it to me. One bite and I was instantly hooked. She left with a double-layer celebration cake, and I walked away thinking I’d gotten the better end of the bargain.
