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| Hubbie picking strawberries. His favorite part about picking strawberries were the the old timers (his term) that were sitting in their lawn chairs when we pulled up wearing overalls and the old time baseball cap. They must have been the owners of the farm observing operations. Anyway, he knew it was going to be a good place after seeing them. |
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| We chose the small bucket. Those strawberries were so red and so good! I went to work on Monday and they asked what we did over the weekend. I told them and they asked what I made with the strawberries. Much to their sadness, I said just a pie and then gave some to some friends where we ate dinner. Their response, no jam, no freezing, nothing else. Jokingly they said, somebody got the LB this weekend. Unfamiliar with what LB meant, I proceeded to ask what that was. They said, "Lazy Bug". Yeah, I didn't feel like doing a lot. Just wanted to pick and eat and then be done. So, maybe next year I'll jam it up. I did end up making 2 pies since we had so many strawberries and then we just had some plain sliced . I tell ya, I forgot how good my grandma's strawberry pie is. Just yummy! I'll give you the secret ingredient: 7Up! Who knew people still drank 7Up, but they still sell it in the stores. |
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| Strawberries, Strawberries, Strawberries. They were everywhere and so many and so red and beautiful. Hubbie gets the award for finding the biggest strawberry. I had a picture, but it didn't turn out. Too many shadows. |
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| More of the farm. It was a great day. Not hot, just perfect. |
