Today way a day full of strawberries–which may, arguably, be the best kind.
Chris and I had planned on going berry picking today for a couple weeks, and while we couldn’t go to the same farm we went to last year (they got overpicked at their strawberry festival last week), we were able to take a slightly longer trip and still get our berries. We went to the same place where we’ve picked apples in the fall, Simmons Farm. It’s a bit of a trek, but it’s a pleasant drive, and we had the Beatles to accompany our drive out to the “country,” so all was well.
We didn’t beat last year’s total–we only picked 8 pounds of berries this year–but are they ever good! Between the farmer’s market and the pick-your-own berries, my faith in strawberries is restored. I always get impatient, and I buy grocery store strawberries, and then I’m sorely disappointed. But then we get wonderful berries as they were meant to be from places like this, and I could just eat them all day.
And I just might. Because I eat them in cereal and almost always with my lunch. And I have a number of dinners planned out that feature strawberries as part of the main course, so I’ll let you know how they go. We had some tonight, in a salad with pea greens from the farmer’s market and some berry-balsamic dressing (I didn’t make the dressing, but it was still tasty nonetheless.) Tonight, I made Dana’s strawberry balsamic sauce again because my supplies in the freezer were running low. I have some berries to freeze. And I have angel food cake for a variation on strawberry shortcake.
So right now, life is full of strawberries. And that, my friends, is a very good thing.