Strawberry Day

strawberry bowl

 

There are few things as old-fashioned and exciting as going to a field, harvesting something (even if you’ve never planted it), and reaping the bounty.

Such was a day last week. It is Strawberry Season in the south, and it is a favorite thing of mine! I called up a few friends and asked if they wanted to make a party out of it. :) Everything is more fun with friends, right?

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I felt like Mother Hen, clucking over my chicks, making sure they didn’t wander too far in the fields, ensuring they were picking only the RED berries, not the pink ones, and please don’t  eat the whole bucket I just picked! But was it ever fun. I felt like a kid again, even though I had three of my own!

There is something that feels so wonderfully old-fashioned about putting up your own goods, whether by canning or by freezing. And these strawberries weren’t even organic, and goodness how much sugar goes into making jam!!

But it was a great day, and I hope my children remember the good times like this. I love to see their wonder over God’s creation, over the earth that He created, their amazement at how things grow… See these things, and worship the Creator, my children.

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Even Hudson quickly learned which ones were ripe and tasty.

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It was 80 degrees, and “soooo hot!!” that they had to take a break in the shade (eating strawberries, of course).

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Such precious little kidders.

Then we returned home with roughly 25 pounds of strawberries, ready to make into jams and things for the winter. And of course, several bowls set out for fresh eating and cereals and shakes and all sorts of wonderful foods.

The girls were eager helpers. There is sadness for me in that they are growing up so fast, but excitement to see them learn responsibility and housekeeping things as their mother and grandmothers for generations before them.

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[never mind that food on his tray. it’s only a conglomeration of strawberries, eggs, and mixed vegetables. it’s called raidthefrig! or,  i look at it as developing the palette :)]

Whoever knew that a grapefruit spoon is the best way to hull the strawberries? And it’s safer for kids than a knife (*she learned from experience*). I forget who passed on this wondrous information to me..

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Fresh Jam.

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We couldn’t wait for dinner that night. Of course, strawberry shortcake had to be made.

I tried a  new recipe, and we declared it a favorite immediately. It’s very soft and fluffy, just how I like it.

Strawberry Shortcake

[adapted slightly from tastykitchen.com]

FOR THE CAKE:

  • 1-½ cup Flour
  • 1/2 cup Sugar
  • ¾ teaspoons Salt
  • 2-½ teaspoons Baking Powder
  • ¼ cups Butter, Melted
  • ¾ cups Milk
  • 1 Egg
  • ¼ cups Sugar, to sprinkle upon the top of the cake before baking

FOR THE STRAWBERRIES:

  • 2 pounds Fresh Strawberries
  • ½ cups Sugar

Wash the strawberries, and hull them. Then slice them and put them into a bowl and sprinkle 1/2 cup of sugar over top.  Stir together and put strawberries in the fridge so the sugar can make a juice for the strawberries.

Heat oven to 375 F.  In a mixing bowl, mix all of the cake ingredients (except the last 1/4 cup of sugar) thoroughly with a fork.  Beat vigorously for 30 seconds.

Pour into a greased 9 x 9 baking dish.  Sprinkle the top with 1/4 cup sugar if desired. (yes please!) Bake for 25 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted into the center comes out clean.

To serve: cut cake into squares, or into circles (picture below) and slice in half. Layer with cake, berries, and whipped cream. Or, if you’re like my husband, put it in a bowl and cover with milk. :)

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strawberry shortcake

Happy lovely spring day!

~ clarita

 

18 Replies to “Strawberry Day”

  1. Seriously, I think this is the first time *ever* that I get to comment first on one of your posts! Maybe it’s because I’ve been checking daily for a new post . . . and just today . . . several times . . . ha! bingo! i scored! :)

    I looove strawberry excitement with the children, the domestic feelings it causes to arise in the soul to process them . . . and your shortcake looks divine!

    Thanks for sharing a “taste” of what we still have to wait another month to enjoy! ;)

    1. Well, your comments are ALWAYS fun and special, whether they are the first or not! :) And I thought of you so much the day we were picking strawberries, knowing your love of harvesting and putting things up, and just imagining the fun you and I would have together if we could. :) xo

  2. Oh my, now I am soo hungry for good, ripe strawberries, not half ripe ones that we buy at the store right now. And shortcake, mmmm!
    And another thought I must voice, I really want that highchair! Really!! :)

    1. The highchair was a score at a yard sale for less than ten dollars! We painted her, and three kiddos have distressed her, and now she’s a special part of our family. :) ha!

  3. Such sweetness!!! Love strawberry picking and plan to do so with my kiddos this weekend….even the oldest (15) still loves to go! Thanks for sharing!

  4. happy days of summer…. love the looks of those bu-right red vine ripe strawberries!!

  5. I will never forget that life changing dessert you served husband and I one Georgian evening. The best part about this blog is that everything is actually better in real life.

  6. I cant wait until our oregon, strawberry season, i will definitely make this shortcake recipe!

  7. I Love all your strawberry pictures. It’s almost strawberry picking time around here. I’ve actually never gone, but was just saying the other day that this year I really want to take the kids. We always buy around 20 pounds to freeze…but those are from the grocery store. Not quite the same. ;)

  8. I just had to say that your strawberry shortcake recipe has become my favorite (and my family’s). I’m making it for the second time tonight! Thank you so much!

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