Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A Buck a Pound
Not a bad deal, huh? We picked twenty one pounds and ate probably the same at the u-pick yesterday. And you won't believe who was there- the soup nazi's cousin, the strawberry nazi. She barked where we could pick and yelled when we wandered into someone else's row. This is very serious stuff, you see. We were all so incredibly naughty cracking jokes and sneaking out of bounds. It felt good to be such a deviant picker.
And when all the mischief was over, it was home to wash off the many, many a berry. Then dry and cut off the tops- what a job.
Today will be jam day when we'll all get intoxicated by the sugary sweet smells and swear off ever eating another strawberry again.