Caught Red Handed

It’s been a pretty busy summer, so I’ll need to do a few posts to cover recent happenings. But, lest that warning get your hopes up regarding the imminent baby arrival, I should state he is still cozy in the womb:

Hopefully, he’ll be arriving any day now…hopefully before school starts (hint hint, baby).

The day after my last post (about the cracked bed rail) we went berry picking—and how. We picked 30 lbs. of strawberries one town south of here at Gaughn’s Berry Farm. About half of that went into my first ever vat of strawberry wine (which will take about as long to form as baby is taking).  Another third of the berries went into jam, leaving the last sixth for eating. I’m convinced that the norther the strawberry is, the better. The best strawberries I’ve ever had were from Québec—the little kind, but these Aroostook County strawberries, also on the smaller side, are pretty darn good. Gaughn’s berry farm also makes excellent ice cream. I had a cone of mojito, and Beth had a cone of lemon basil. The basil element sounded a little strange to me, but like my lime-mint mojito, her ice cream flavor was also citrus and herbs. Both were delicious.

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