Last weekend, during our yearly Open Garden Day, a visitor to our gardens , noted the absence of fruit on our strawberry plants, the ones that the critters got to before we even had a chance to taste them, and waxed poetic about reminiscences of strawberry pies. With an unexpected free day in our hectic gardening schedule we dashed off to the local pick-your-own strawberry farm and loaded up on 15 pounds of strawberries.
Andrew does quite a bit of cheating, or, rather, he feels the need to test the quality of the goods that he’s harvesting to make sure he’s selecting only the ripest fruit. Very reasonable.
I spent the rest of the day hulling, cleaning, freezing, making strawberry-rhubarb pie,
and then Strawberry-Rhubarb jam. ( Why didn’t I think to make Strawberry daiquiris after that marathon session?). The strawberry-rhubarb pie was gone in two days and I think the “Rhuberry’ jam (or should it be called Strewbarb jam?) will become our next favorite, after Rhubarb-Orange Marmalade. If you’ve the opportunity, get out there and dive straight into the pick-your-own, seasonal produce. It’s a luxury that may not last for long, but, as long as it does, it’s an anchor, and a lifeline, to our agricultural, nutritional and epicurian well-being. Bon appetit!