Yes! There is fruit! Specifically strawberries. Fresh, juicy, eat from the plant ripe strawberries. We plundered, raped, and generally decimated those bushes. Dad guesses that we got about ten or twelve pints and now Mom is saying at least nine quarts.
When we got home Beth deloused, I beheaded, and Dad disemboweled. To normal, sane people this translates to washing, de-stemming, and chopping. (I have a disturbed imagination, especially when I cook.) Most of it will be frozen with sugar, but some was mashed into teeny, tiny pieces and will later be made into jam. I can't wait.The most beautiful part of all this is that Sunday we get to do it All Over Again! And again on Tuesday and Friday and...
I hope the fruits and veggi-ta-bulls don't decide to revolute. It would be quite, quite gruesome.
4 comments:
Pssst. The jam is already made and in the freezer! :-)
Yum!
YUM! Great strawberry photo too.
I've seen revolting vegetables before. Trust me, you never want to see a shed full of rotten carrots. Gruesome indeed!
Strawberries...
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...
No pick 'em yourself places near (enough) to me, but I'll pay whatever price the grocer charges even in the dead of winter. But of course, those "big farm grown" ones can't compare to fresh-from-the-patch.
OK, now I'm hungry.
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