Strawberry season is upon us! Yesterday, I went to Amesbury with a friend to pick some strawberries. I wasn't sure how it was going to work with Collin, but I figured I'd just hold him and he could watch me pick. Didn't really work--he got quite upset that there were lots of ripe, sweet strawberries in front of him but he couldn't eat any. He wasn't happy. So, my friend and I ended up taking turns picking--she held Collin while I picked my strawberries, and he watched from some distance (far enough away not to think the strawberries were going to go straight into his mouth). The good thing is his stroller served as a pretty good cargo cart.
So I came home with three pints of strawberries, on top of the one we got from our CSA. We probably could have eaten all of them in a few days, but canning seemed more adventurous. So, I made strawberry jam for the first time:
The husband tried it out this morning, and seemed pretty impressed. Though he did make some comment about how we're living like Little House on the Prairie...which I'm taking as a compliment. Thanks.
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