Strawberry Shortcake

The last two weekends have been a lot of fun.  We took the kids strawberry-picking and look at what we got:

Nearly 20 lbs of fresh, organic strawberries.  How lucky am I?  I don't know how many pounds of strawberries the kids ate in the field, but I do know they weren't very hungry for a while afterwards.  I brought the berries home and spent some time cleaning and freezing them so, hurray!  Strawberries in November!

As if this weren't enough, we went back last weekend with my parents and picked, oh, yes, another 10 lbs of strawberries.  This time I froze some, but with the others my mom and I made this:

Two batches of strawberry jam.  One for her, one for me.  And it tastes as good as it looks.  I pretty much want to roll around on top of a giant waffle covered with fresh jam.  If I go pick some more berries, I may be able to.

I think Anna may want to join me.

Here's Thomas, contemplating The Berry:

I'll be sad when strawberry season is over.  But since I don't have any more money to give the people who own the strawberry field, it might not matter much anyway.  It's just nice to know that the berries are out there, just waiting to be made into jam.