Tradition has it that we go strawberry picking during the first two weeks of our summer holiday. This year, Richard replaced the teenager who could not be bothered for the first time ever. He used to be our most enthusiastic picker but times change.
It was rather busy on that particular Sunday. As it turned out, it was the first Sunday the farm was open. This is three weeks later than usual, due the cold and wet spring. The strawberries were not as sweet as they normally and could have done with a bit more sun. Still, they were good. These strawberries don't last as long because they are picked at their ripest.
We ate the strawberries straight from the basket, as smoothie, with sugar and lots of cream and as strawberry jam. I do love fresh strawberry jam, the colour is bright and the taste is fresh and strawberry sweet. The jam changes as it ages, it darkens quite a bit and the flavour is stronger.
The many jars of jam will not last the winter, maybe not even until Christmas. The last jar is as precious as gold and I often hide it behind less loved jam (gooseberry for example). Now, I am looking forward to raspberries. The raspberries at East Yonderton will be ready when we get back from our holiday.
Do you grow your own strawberries? How do you like yours most?