Our first time strawberry-pickin’ in Indiana. At first I balked at the price — $1.95/pound — thinking it was double what we paid in Georgia. But after we picked about 6 quarts and weighed in, it was $11, which is probably very close to what I paid in the South.
I think we’ll head back next week. I hear jelly jars calling my name, and am anxious to try the new-fangled low-sugar pectins. Anyone used them with success?
There were probably 50 toddlers and preschoolers in those green rows this morning. Judging from the actions of my own children, I couldn’t help wonder how much profit ended up in little fat bellies. Perhaps they should consider weighing our children, as well as our containers, when we enter the farm.
As I heard multiple maternal mouths repeating the words “RED berries, pick RED ones,” I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic over what will probably be my last year of fighting toddler color-blindness. What’s more adorable than a 2-year old’s pucker after biting into a white berry?