Strawberry fields forevah!

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Sometimes I cannot believe how amazing it is to live where we do and how much stuff there is to entertain us!
Last week I took the children to a local farm and we went strawberry pickin'.
I was in such a frenzy that I forgot my camera, because hey! Strawberries! Hello! If we don't get there soon, they'll all be picked out!
At a buck a pound, I was sure I'd be beating people out of my way.

Not to worry. There were tons of berries. In fact there were so many white ones, that I think I'll go back tomorrow and get me some more! Mmmmmmm. Who cares if only part of our family will eat them. And no, I will not name names.

Thirty minutes, four buckets, three full bellies and twenty two pounds later, we were done.


Now all I need to do is somehow turn them into something I can preserve. Does anyone have a recipe for milkshakes that will keep for a while?

Comments

The Raguskus Family said…
they look superb! how fun for you guys!
July 2, 2011 at 11:21 PM
Unknown said…
oh my gosh! those are so big and beautiful!. Just freeze them babies! or make yummy jam! SOOOO easy...if your mama doesn't have the preserve receipe I have one! and the internet....HELLO ERMA...will tell you exactly how to freeze them...silly....hehehhe
July 6, 2011 at 2:00 PM
Unknown said…
oh BTW, I have several 5 gallon buckets....empty....just waiting for some strawberries to preserve..I'll send you the buckets..haha
July 6, 2011 at 2:01 PM
Unknown said…
in the mural on the other post....I love it..there are faces painted all over the mural...! did I win?????
July 6, 2011 at 2:29 PM
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