Last year, the sprinkler system went into overdrive after a power failure and put the fungus on a lot of my berries. It also rained unmercifully. This year, I wisely turned it off and Mother Nature promptly followed suit. In a fit of exasperation, the berries refused to mature. I relented and began watering several days ago and they exacted their vengeance this morning. It’s akin to the Sting song about a bottle and an SOS. One hundred million big red strawberries washed up on my embankment overnight. I cannot kneel anymore. My buckets runneth over. I’m debating calling in a Hugfest.
Holy Strawberries, Batman. A third strainerful is in the ice box. It filled up a five-gallon bucket and took an hour. Golf Hotel One was a phonetic job designator for purchase orders when I had Graham Construction Inc. and built my hacienda in 2004. The name stuck. Just think. I cut the water on to the raspberries a month ago…
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Wow, that’s quite haul! What are you going to do with them all?!? They’ve gone mad 🙂
Freeze them on cookie sheets and then in gallon bags. You get a breather during high season and can jam later. Fruit smoothies with peaches or plums all winter as well.
Red smoke is preferable to the smoke that congress tries to blow up our…well you know where.