Strawberry picking has been on my to-do list for as long as I can remember. I shared this with Jonathan a long time ago so he, being the thoughtful person that he is, kept that in mind and, today, took me strawberry picking to a farm near Murray.
The farm was so typical- like all the farms I've seen in cartoons and the movies... I loved it :-D ! It had a big rundown barn, tractors parked under a tree, a big red truck with piles of wooden planks in the back, cows wandering around, chickens scuttling about and, OF COURSE, a cat and a Collie :D . NO farm is complete without a fluffy, faithful Collie :-D.
Farmer Palmer (it rhymes! it rhymes!) was positively intrigued that two Indians landed up at his doorstep, wanting to pick strawberries. He was even more intrigued that Jonathan went all the way to India to get a wife and, of course, immediately asked us if it was an arranged marriage and how long we had been married. That's when I completely messed up and said 3 months instead of 5 and Jonathan shot me a dirty look :-P. Oops. And no, in case you're wondering, I haven't forgotten when I got married :-P . I've just absolutely lost track of time!
We reached the strawberry field and I excitedly began picking strawberries and filling my bowl. They were so beautiful to look at!
We picked 2.5 pounds and then Jonathan had to literally force me to stop :-P I didn't want to.. it was too much fun!
What am I going to do with 2.5 lbs of strawberries? Well, for starters, Vaishu and I have decided to bake this heavenly cheesecake on monday
And strawberry/spinach/pecan salad tonight :) !
Sigh :) Check No. 2 off my bucket list. (No. 1 on the list was fitting into skinny jeans :P Victory was mine, aha!)
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