Gorgeous blue skies + seventy degrees + next to last day of school = perfect day for strawberry picking! I honestly think that in a previous life I might have been a fruit picker. It’s such a mindless and yet mindful task and it’s one of my yearly must-do excursions. We discovered a little farm nearby that, while in business for 35 years, was new to us. We invited our besties, sugar fortified at our favorite doughnut spot, and headed north to berry bliss. Here’s half of what we picked:
And here’s my girl picking… can you smell the heady, fruity berriness?
We froze most of these beauties for fresh strawberry smoothies even in the dead of winter, and enjoyed the rest with freshly whipped cream. Since I already made jam a few weeks ago, I’m saving a small bowl to turn into strawberry hand pies. Total spring yum.
Needless to say, my compost bucket was purely strawberry tops! For dinner we had, in the grand tradition of Beatrix Potter and he darling Peter Rabbit, bread and milk and strawberries.