When Mother's Day rolls around, one thought comes to mind (besides the obvious that I have a wonderful mom and 2 great sons)...it's strawberry season!
This short time lasts only about a month, so I need to get out to the fields and start pickin'.
My son and daughter in law love them just as much as I do.
This was from the other day (my second trip to the fields.) By late that afternoon, I never wanted to look at another strawberry again. Washing and hulling the berries over the sink causes havoc on my back after about the first half hour.
They freeze beautifully, though, and it's worth every ache and pain...and red stained fingertip.
With a little scoop of almond butter they are heaven.
Who doesn't love strawberry shortcake?
If I'm feeling really decadent, I make strawberries dipped in chocolate.
Eating the berries straight out of the field, warmed by the sun is one of those small pleasures in life that I love. There's nothing like the drive home after a successful picking day. I float home on a fragrant strawberry cloud.
I think I did a good job of picking and freezing this year and I should have plenty for awhile, especially since my husband doesn't have much of a taste for them. By mid summer, I know I am going to be asking myself why I didn't get more since my stash is almost gone. I'm thinking chest freezer next year!