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sierciaWho came home with 32 POUNDS of strawberries this morning?
Yeah, that would be me and Wiley.
Still not worse than the time we accidentally spent over $100 picking apples, but probably close.
What's really astonishing is that we've already powered through one of the flats - Wiley's got ice cream started, we made smoothies (grown up ones for the, well, grown ups) for an afternoon snack, I made strawberry shortcake for dessert tonight, and I have a batch of preserves cooling on the stove as I type. Pending finding canning lids tomorrow, they'll be getting canned tomorrow evening. If not, I imagine I'll freeze it for later.
Sheesh. Should never ever be allowed to pick my own anything.
But, it was a great day!
We got up at the freaking crack of dawn to go to the farm we love for apple picking in Amesbury. We got there at about 8:30, and there was nearly no one else there. We fortified ourselves with fresh cider donuts, then headed off to pick. Getting there early was awesome, because the fields were FULL of perfectly ripe berries, since no one had been out there yet. Seriously, we amassed our 32 pounds in well less than 45 minutes.
We drove home, popped back out for an open house (yuck - was neither the perfect space nor the perfect location - we'll take one without the other, but there's no way we uproot for neither).
When we got home I made us lunch with some of our farmshare goodies, then while I hit the store, Wiley got on the strawberries. He hulled the entire first flat for cooking this afternoon. When Widget and I got home, I started pulling things together for dinner, and Wiley started the ice cream from the Cook's Illustrated recipe I had found for him... that was a little more than he's been planning on. The moment I wished I'd had my camera at the ready was when I suggested he try separating the eggs with his hands instead of the shells... and he squeezed his yolk a leeeeetle too hard. Oooopsie.
But we had fun, and between the strawberries and my dinner workings, I think we used up every bowl larger than a cereal bowl (and some of those as well) in my entire kitchen. It was something, all right.
Now to figure out what to do with those other 22 pounds of strawberries.
Yeah, that would be me and Wiley.
Still not worse than the time we accidentally spent over $100 picking apples, but probably close.
What's really astonishing is that we've already powered through one of the flats - Wiley's got ice cream started, we made smoothies (grown up ones for the, well, grown ups) for an afternoon snack, I made strawberry shortcake for dessert tonight, and I have a batch of preserves cooling on the stove as I type. Pending finding canning lids tomorrow, they'll be getting canned tomorrow evening. If not, I imagine I'll freeze it for later.
Sheesh. Should never ever be allowed to pick my own anything.
But, it was a great day!
We got up at the freaking crack of dawn to go to the farm we love for apple picking in Amesbury. We got there at about 8:30, and there was nearly no one else there. We fortified ourselves with fresh cider donuts, then headed off to pick. Getting there early was awesome, because the fields were FULL of perfectly ripe berries, since no one had been out there yet. Seriously, we amassed our 32 pounds in well less than 45 minutes.
We drove home, popped back out for an open house (yuck - was neither the perfect space nor the perfect location - we'll take one without the other, but there's no way we uproot for neither).
When we got home I made us lunch with some of our farmshare goodies, then while I hit the store, Wiley got on the strawberries. He hulled the entire first flat for cooking this afternoon. When Widget and I got home, I started pulling things together for dinner, and Wiley started the ice cream from the Cook's Illustrated recipe I had found for him... that was a little more than he's been planning on. The moment I wished I'd had my camera at the ready was when I suggested he try separating the eggs with his hands instead of the shells... and he squeezed his yolk a leeeeetle too hard. Oooopsie.
But we had fun, and between the strawberries and my dinner workings, I think we used up every bowl larger than a cereal bowl (and some of those as well) in my entire kitchen. It was something, all right.
Now to figure out what to do with those other 22 pounds of strawberries.
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:27 am (UTC)Heavy little suckers, is what they are!