Growing up I remember going to local strawberry patches with my mom & 2 sisters.
The fields were usually soggy and muddy, sometimes suctioning our shoes right into the ground.
Then there was inevitably the all-too-swishy strawberry. As soon as I touched it, I immediately dropped it to the ground because it was rotten. I would scream and refuse to pick any more.
But eventually I did pick more. Usually only the strawberries from the top of the plant. Until I picked up one with a spider on it.
Without fail, by the time we finished in the field my younger sister's face would be completely red. Who knows how many strawberries she ate while we were out there.
Once home, we (meaning my mom) cleaned the berries and our dirty feet and hands.
Before my mom even had a chance to cut the stems off, we each had our own bowl of strawberries. Just good ole, plain strawberries.
Right next to 3 bowls of sugar! One for each of us.
Nobody had to teach me the most effective way to get tons of sugar on my strawberries. The inside wetness was perfect for sticking the grainy sugar to the scrumptious strawberries. Those second and third bites were the best!
It's a tradition I've passed onto my own children. Even though sometimes Blake asks for just a bowl of sugar!
This week, we'd like for you to write about your favorite fresh fruit or vegetable.