It's been an exciting week! We started with our annual migrant worker immersion experience, where we pick strawberries for all of about 30 minutes and then go drink beer and eat fish and chips and congratulate ourselves on how local and organic we are. Gosh being a migrant worker is AWESOME. Wish I had my career to do over again. Well actually I should be honest. I didn't really pick strawberries for 30 minutes. I took photos for 15 minutes and gorged myself for about 10 minutes and picked for about 5 minutes. Then I found a full box of picked strawberries mysteriously sitting in the field and bought that. So the "pick your own" was more of a GUIDELINE. Still congratulating myself on being local and organic though.
Then I came home and realized we had accidentally on purpose picked 27 lbs of strawberries. Can I just say. That is a holy shit ton of strawberries. Here is what we made with them, otherwise known as a list of everything but pickles:
- 42 half pints of strawberry-vanilla bean jam. I only intended to make 16, because that seems a reasonable amount for a family of jam consumers, but then somewhere along the line I started drinking significant amounts of alcohol and one thing leads to another and bam! You've got a husband and two kids and wonder where your life went. Oh wait, I was supposed to be talking about jam. My bad.
- Strawberry Daiquiris. I think I already mentioned these.
- Strawberry Smoothies.
- Strawberry Crepes. Do I really need to be putting "Strawberry" before everything? Because the whole point is to use up a holy shit ton of strawberries so I think it's kind of implied.
- Sour cream pancakes with strawberries inside and on top. With whipped cream. OMG favorite food ever.
- Pink lemonade
- Strawberries on cereal. On yogurt. On the side. Up high. Down low. TOO SLOW!
You get the idea. Strawberrypalooza. I'll move on.
We went to brunch at The Loring Pasta Bar with our dear old friends A&J. They had not been to this rather epic buffet before, and when I had previously tried to describe it to them I pretty much completely blanked on everything except the sushi, bacon, cookies, and teddy bear pancakes. Luckily they trusted my enthusiasm over breakfast specifics and a good time was had by all.
The best part was as we were parting, we awkwardly wave at Al's Breakfast. We love you Al's! Hi! We already ate somewhere else! They understand of course. You can't have a family double date at Al's. There are GUIDELINES about these things.
Then there was the super adorable lemonade stand. Which brings me to a point I feel I must bring up.
If you see a super adorable lemonade stand, run by children, selling cups of lemonade for a quarter, YOU MUST STOP AND BUY LEMONADE. OR YOU WILL GO TO HELL.
And that is all. I'm sorry if you are not thirsty. You can pour it out the window of your car. I'm sorry if you don't have change. Kids will barter for a button or an acorn. I'm sorry if you don't have one minute. Kids will run it to the driver's side of your car like a carhop. BUY THE LEMONADE. This is really not negotiable. I'm fairly certain this is NOT A GUIDELINE and is, in fact, THE LAW.
The lemonade stand idea actually started as Bella's idea to sell toast with homemade jam. Which I still think is a great idea! We just may have to add that to our menu. Now that you all know that you have to buy it, or risk hellfire and damnation, it should be a great success! We need to make a new sign: Buy this toast and you won't go to Hell! And forward this blog post to 25 friends in the next 5 minutes as well. And send me $10.
Well I know you all have lives to lead, so just one last exciting thing from the week: Bella's Wonderful Wallaby is finished! I finished Mimi's eons ago and then, I'm not going to lie to you, I got totally bored of hot pink stockinette stitch. I typically knit at least an hour a day (while watching TV so don't be too impressed). And with this project, I'm like, hey! That toilet needs scrubbing! I should do that instead! So Bella had to wait until it is approximately 85 degrees and 100% humidity to get her wool sweater.
Well at least it was the oldest kid that got the shaft instead of us youngest like usual. Uh huh. I just went there.
My next project is a rather strange looking shawly thing that I saw at Shepherd's Harvest. I keep looking at the pattern and thinking, I like this? I like this. I like this? But when I saw it in person, I adored it. So knit on.
We balled the yarn on the deck and the girls left the trimmings for the robin to put in her nest (which is also on the deck), WHICH SHE TOTALLY DID.
Thank you mommy robin. You get it. You are definitely not going to robin hell. Also, enjoy your hand-dyed cashmere. xoxo.