I love strawberries. They are the first delicate incarnation of summer. So when I saw that the farm where I have my farm share offers pick-your-own strawberries, I knew I would make my way out there somehow.
Yesterday, Luis and I rented a Zipcar and drove the 80+ miles out to Red Fire Farm to pick our share of strawberries. (I admit, 80 miles is a heck of a drive to the “local” farm stand. On the other hand, it’s a lot closer than Watsonville, CA where the other organic strawberries I can buy come from.) For us city-folk with farm shares, our one time picking limit for the season was 10 quarts. 10 quarts of strawberries!!! That’s a lot. We picked 6. And thankfully, instead of being 85 and sunny, it was 78 and cloudy with sprinkles while we bent over the rows, searching for succulent red berries.
After strawberries, we spent a couple more minutes picking a scant 3 pints of sugar snap and snow peas. They were pretty well picked over by other CSA members earlier in the week.
Our cartons full and backs tired, we then drove back towards the Mass Pike, deciding to stop at Chickopee State Park to enjoy our packed lunch. We didn’t stay long or go hiking (had to get the zipcar back home), but what we could see from our picnic table was certainly lovely. It’s a shame it’s taken us so long to get out of Boston and see other parts of Mass (even those so close by). I’ll try to be better and figuring out how to get us out of Manhattan (though I’m guessing this will be even more of a challenge).
Now we get enjoy the berries! Smoothies for breakfast, thinking of making personal sized pie shells to fill with strawberries for dessert, maybe scones to top w/ strawberries tomorrow morning…
See all the pictures of our outing in my gallery.