Friday after work, I went berry-picking for the first time in a very long time. Grama Sue’s made a tradition of it for years now, going out to Brigante’s “pick your own” strawberry patch. I decided it was time to head back into the field, as part of spending less time in front of the computer or at home.
We waited a little too late in the season, it seems, as there were a lot of berries rotting on the vine. I’m not certain how much of it was coming at the end of the growing season, which Grama thought, and whether it was the exceptionally soggy spring.
Still, between the two of us we filled two flats. Grama did a flat by herself as she was intent on beating any potentially bad weather. When I got there, we filled the second in about an hour.
I spent that evening watching Stardust and prepping the better part of a flat of strawberries for freezing. I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with that many strawberries, besides put them on pancakes — which I’ve already done with some I left out for this morning — but I’m sure I’ll think of something. Strawberry shortcake’s already covered, so I’m going to range further afield.