My mom is still haunted by the memories of picking strawberries on a hot sunny day with me laying on her back whining to go home. (Well, so she says!!)
I guess it didn't damage her too much because she still enjoys picking strawberries with Wendy and I (and now my little rug rats.) I think she was inwardly hoping that they would lay and roll on my back crying.
My grandaddy always has a beautiful garden (Wendy got his green thumb, I did not). So I am very thankful he shares his hard work with his family.
The boys and I went to pick strawberries in his garden the other day and it became a race against Knox and I.
I could not pick and hide the strawberries fast enough. He ate everything from dirt, stems, leaves and I think he got a little bit of strawberry in there as well. Actually, I know he did because he had red juice stains from his head to his toes! I can't say I blame him though, strawberries straight from the garden are the best.
I have lots of ideas of what I want to do with these strawberries. Of course Scotty had a fresh strawberry milkshake that night. I am planning to make some freezer jam as well.
Any other new ideas of what I could do with these fresh strawberries?