I caught wind that the strawberry fields were open and berries were ripe for picking. After hearing that, it didn't take long before the girls and I had jumped in the car and were heading south on the old highway with our large containers and straw hats in hand. Between the three of us, we picked almost 8 pounds of berries in just under thirty minutes. At a cost of about $5. (Now I ask you, how much fun can you have for $5?)
I'm terribly sorry if the sight of these are making you drool into your keyboards. If I could figure out how to create a virtual food to share via the blog, this would surely be it. There's just nothing like the explosion of flavor from a strawberry (or anything else grown organically for that matter), that's picked fresh from the field. I know this. But for some reason it always surprises me and I have to exclaim it all over again.