Today I got to work rinsing, hulling, and crushing the fruit to make strawberry preserves. It took me all day. This is what 13 pounds of strawberries look like now.
About Me
- KathyA
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three grand mother of four, and have been married to the same man for 53 years, two years after we met at college. I taught in both middle and high schools as I really love teens and in-betweens. I was also a certified Lamaze instructor, and for a short time a volunteer chaplain at Howard County General Hospital. I am a two-time cancer survivor, ovarian (2003), and breast (2019) I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs with great parents, in a bilingual household. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, the Orioles, and sometimes the Ravens. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy (Kath), and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader, cook, photographer, lover of languages, music, and four-footed furries.
Showing posts with label chocolate dipped strawberries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chocolate dipped strawberries. Show all posts
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Yesterday, after getting the fourth shots (in a series of five) for my knees, I headed to the western part of the county to Larriland Farms to pick strawberries. The sky a beautiful blue; the temp a pleasant 77°, sunscreen applied, ice water in my Rubbermaid bottle, I was ready. There were about 25 in the field when I got there. Of course things cleared a bit when someone spotted a snake, and the bratty kid who kept encroaching on my row ran screaming to his car, but I stayed and was able to pick about 13 pounds in about an hour. I didn't think I had enough and thought I might return next week. (What was I thinking???)
Today I got to work rinsing, hulling, and crushing the fruit to make strawberry preserves. It took me all day. This is what 13 pounds of strawberries look like now.
Today I got to work rinsing, hulling, and crushing the fruit to make strawberry preserves. It took me all day. This is what 13 pounds of strawberries look like now.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Gorillas in the Mist and a Wedding
When I published the last post, I guess I was still feeling down. I hadn't realized it at the time -- thinking the photo I took of the gorilla was funny and fitting. But after reading the comments you all have posted, I think I was a little blue. Well, blessedly, these things pass with me and things are getting back to normal. The stitches come out and the dressing comes off on Wednesday and again I'll be able to wash both hands! Hoorah for simple pleasures and the blessings of caring friends. Thank you.
Yesterday, we attended my niece's wedding in Willow Street, PA (near Lancaster/Millersville where my husband and I went to school and met). My brothers (the younger brother and father of the bride, lives in Mississippi, and the youngest brother in Georgia) and I always have a good time when we're together. We have the propensity to find EVERYTHING funny (much to the chagrin to those around us). The baby and my daughters danced their heads off (my girls are both so shy and demure (like their mother)) as did my 84 year old mom. The bride looked beautiful and the only glitch was the cake. Karen had wanted chocolate covered strawberries on the cake and instead of placing partially dipped strawberries around the three tiers of the cake, the bakery piled the totally dipped strawberries on top. Yes, it looked amazingly like poop. Into each event a little rain falls...:)
Yesterday, we attended my niece's wedding in Willow Street, PA (near Lancaster/Millersville where my husband and I went to school and met). My brothers (the younger brother and father of the bride, lives in Mississippi, and the youngest brother in Georgia) and I always have a good time when we're together. We have the propensity to find EVERYTHING funny (much to the chagrin to those around us). The baby and my daughters danced their heads off (my girls are both so shy and demure (like their mother)) as did my 84 year old mom. The bride looked beautiful and the only glitch was the cake. Karen had wanted chocolate covered strawberries on the cake and instead of placing partially dipped strawberries around the three tiers of the cake, the bakery piled the totally dipped strawberries on top. Yes, it looked amazingly like poop. Into each event a little rain falls...:)
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