It was always a tradition of ours for my Mom and I to go strawberry picking during strawberry season. I always remembered it was time to go because strawberry season falls on or around my birthday. Even in college I'd meet my Mom at the strawberry fields with a basket, bucket, or bowl in hand (except those many times when I forgot one and she had knowingly brought two!). We'd eat pick our fair share of fresh, juicy ripe strawberries. Ok, I'd eat them and Mom would yell at me. I remember one year I brought my step-son, Nick, to join us and my Mom kept telling me I was setting a bad example for him by eating them. I couldn't help it. I volunteered to be weighed when I left and pay for the amount I ate, but somehow it doesn't work that way.
Anyway, since my wee ones came along, this little tradition has fallen by the wayside. I look forward to being able to introduce them to this fun little task someday soon. However, this year was not that day. So, Dave and I stopped at a local farm market and bought fresh-picked strawberries instead. There were so many of them that a couple days in they were starting to look all sad and pathetic so I decided we needed to use them up.
I enlisted some eager helpers and we they got to work.
Apparently we had a few quality control tasters on staff, too.
Then we Nate mashed those bad boys up...
to make this for dinner:
It was delicious! Yum! This makes me want to stop by a farm market again tomorrow to see if there are any strawberries left to pick!!! I can't wait to bring the boys!