Berry Picking

My sister, Rhonda (aka Aunt Fun or Aunt Da), came to spend some time with us, and we spent this morning (her birthday—Happy Birthday, Da!) at Roca Berry Farm.

We did pretty well with the 1-to-1 adult-to-child ratio, although I think 1.5:1 might have been even better. To think I considered trying 1:2. Insane.

We did a little picking.

And a little eating.

And, oh my, they were good. Seriously. I don’t think I’ll be able to do storebought strawberries for a good long while. Plus, we got about eight pounds for $8. Pretty great.

And then my dear mom, who was passing through town today and stopped to take us out for Rhonda’s birthday, said, “Would you like me to clean your strawberries for you?”  Yes, please!

She totally saved the berries because I know I wouldn’t have gotten to them until at least tomorrow, and they really did need to be attended to today. Oh how I love my mom.

So we ate a few, shared a few, froze a few, and measured out a few to be used for pie and a few more to make homemade fruit rollups. And now, sadly, they are all gone (or at least accounted for and will soon be gone).

More pics here.