About a week ago, we started picking one, two, then three strawberries from our patch in the garden. On Friday, we had my brother and his wife (I love saying that) over for homemade ice cream and Sam came out of the garden with a strawberry for each of us to put on top.
Yesterday (Sunday) afternoon I took a nap. Upstairs. In my bed. I hadn't slept well the night before. Contractions kept waking me up- not strong ones or regular ones, mind you. After I woke up I came downstairs and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Look what I found sitting on the counter.
Jamey had picked (about 8 quarts, according to him), cleaned and topped them. Oh, dear. What an amazing I-just-woke-up-and-am-groggy-and-thirsty-and-wanting-something-sweet snack. The kids were watching a Magic School Bus video and I kept hearing their pitter-patter as they took turns stealing strawberries from the counter to eat while watching.
Those strawberries sealed the deal for Sunday dinner. Strawberry Brunch Souffle was perfect. I have missed eating this for breakfast. I took a break from it because I ran out of frozen crushed strawberries and I have been trying to cut down on my kitchen duties so as to stay off my feet.
Our plans for these berries (and all those that follow)? To eat as many as we can without getting sick. To crush and freeze LOTS- not just for breakfast, but also to make more jars of jam for my sister's wedding favors.
Then, yesterday, I read about Mama JJ's Aunt Valerie's Blueberry Bars. My frozen blueberries are long gone, so I substituted in strawberries instead. Oh my goodness, these are so good. Mine are less bar-like, I think, because the strawberries are so juicy. No matter. Delicious, indeed.
Glory be. Our first pop-them-in-your-mouth-one-right-after-the-other-fruit of the season!