This past weekend, we had the complete pleasure of visiting Mike's friend Paul at his family's strawberry farm. He let us do some picking after-hours and encouraged us to eat as we picked.
As soon as I bit into my first one, I realized that I had forgotten what a strawberry was supposed to taste like. You sort of get used to eating the ones from the grocery store that are all white inside and not really sweet at all. These perfect little strawberries were unbelievably juicy and blood red on the inside. I never want to eat a store bought strawberry again.
More photos here.
Post script - I'm so proud and happy to be part of Kinfolk Magazine. It launches today, check it out here! I can't wait to dig into it this weekend.