My kitchen smells like strawberries. My truck smelled like strawberries. What is it about strawberries that just screams summer is coming.
OK, this is only nine pounds of strawberries. To do twenty and get the discount was way too much work. I did forget there was no school today as there were families all over Larriland on their opening morning.
Today you could pick strawberries, spinach and chard.
I obviously chose strawberries and spent about 45 minutes collecting my berries.
I then came home and started processing. These strawberries are destined for the freezer. Farmers market strawberries get eaten. I wanted three different preparations but first I wanted lunch.
Leaf lettuce from the CSA, Larriland strawberries, and Marcona almonds from Costco (not local obviously), drizzled with berry vinaigrette from Catoctin Mountain Orchards.
After lunch, the first phase. Freezing whole berries to keep them from clumping. They were dipped just on the tips in super fine sugar before freezing.
Once I came back from my other errands (will be in another post), I took them out and packaged them.
I then did the puree, in order to have cubes for vinaigrettes and for plopping into sangria.
Finally, sliced berries to put away for the winter. A little lemon juice, some super fine sugar, sliced berries, and come February I will be loving these.
Larriland’s website did say they might not have enough ripe berries to cover the weekend so call or go early. It was definitely busy today.
I did stop up at the barn to pick up a few supplies, and some chives to plant. Larriland is just a hoco tradition. For me, only ten miles from the house. Closer than all but one grocery store. How can you resist the lure of the farm?