1. Go berry picking - 6/1/15
I have gone berry picking since I was a kid. This is not a new thing for me. But it's a time honored ritual that means more to me than just having the best strawberries in the world at my finger tips. It symbolizes that the harvest has begun.
Besides leafy greens and over wintered root veggies, strawberries are one of the first big harvested crops here in the pacific northwest. I guess peas are in there as well. When that first container of strawberries marked "product of Oregon" show up in the store, my hearts jumps for joy and I immediately begin scheming as to when I can get out to the fields and harvest some of the delicious fruit myself.
In true Oregon fashion, we didn't cancel our picking plans due to the rain, but relished the promise of less crowds and quiet open spaces. Armed with rain coats, rubber boots, and flat boxes, we set out toward the field marked "hoods." Hoods are the candy of strawberries. Though tiny, they are red through to the center, sweet and pack a punch in juicy flavor.
They might be tiny, but they are tasty! |
Naturally, all of this berry mixing awoke the domestic goddess and I made some fresh chicken soup and quinoa, scrubbed the cast iron I just bought at Goodwill and began the seasoning process, oiled the wooden cutting boards, and prepped lunches for tomorrow. I'm thankful for the cool day today or else all that stove and oven use would've been unbareable.
What item on the list might tomorrow hold?
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