Nothing to get hung about
Our friends from up the road have a strawberry field. It is going bonkers right now. They have more berries than they know what to do with. We are glad to help them dispose of the excess.
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ReplyDeleteI bought a flat of Hood strawberries at the Hollywood Farmers Market and infused two liters of blanco tequila to make some deadly smooth strawberry margaritas. The fruit costs about the same as the booze but boy is that stuff good.
ReplyDeleteI used to get up with my sister and catch a bus at 5 AM in the Summer, that was already filled with bums, and go out to Gresham and pick berries. These days they would take your children away from you if you did that and I doubt they could find a bum that was willing to do hard work.
ReplyDeleteI was just telling my wife about this last night! We were eating some plump strawberries and I had a flashback to about 1975. Imagine parents today letting their 12 year old kids to wait on a corner in the early morning hours, for a rickety school bus driven by a likely ex-con, and then driven out of town to toil in the fields. Would never happen.
DeleteI picked berries…strawberries, blackcaps, and beans for spending money back in the early 1960s…It was a right of passage to ride the berry bus and get bullied by the high schoolers who were the “berry bosses”.
DeleteAnd the busses were rickety and the brakes questionable! We all survived and on occasion even enjoyed ourselves.
Jack I went strawberry picking when I was pregnant with my son-my Italian Nanelle forbid to go - from fear of eating too many, as it would cause a strawberry mark on his body somewhere!!! “Oh stop gram I’ll be fine!”We’ll I feasted on those strawberries, bending up and down slurping every delicious one! My son was born with a birthmark of a strawberry on his head!! I never heard the end of it-until one day I was brushing my hair in her mirror, and she told me the devil 👿 was looking at me! I put the brush down quickly, needless to say!
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