For weeks we have been eyeing the wild strawberry plants around the playgrounds in our subdivision. Yesterday I noticed that one in particular was not only ready but huge.
Since we don’t have a u-pick nearby (boo), I decided today that we needed to go on a strawberry picking adventure and have strawberry shortcake for supper.
Oliver looks busy here but he quickly gave up due to the bugs and the heat and spent his time in the shade of the play structure. Emery, always the trooper, stuck with me the whole time and enthusiastically exclaimed, “I found a big juicy one!” about every other strawberry he picked. He so thinks with his gut! Our bounty. Yum. Strawberry shortcake – biscuits, berries, and whipped cream. Soooo good and we all agreed it was worth enduring the bugs and the heat for an hour. Eleanor agreed. She has four teeth coming in at the moment and I’m pretty sure at least one of them is a sweet tooth! Strawberry picking reminded me of being a young girl, going out behind the house with a little bowl, and spending what seemed like forever to get enough strawberries for a small bowl of berries and milk. It hardly seemed worth it when I was little but today, as I prepared fresh and delicious food for my family from strawberries that we took the time to pick ourselves from the wild, I got it. It’s the type of innocent pleasure that this generation seems to be missing out on more and more, and exactly the type that I want my kids to experience again and again.