Who does not love strawberries...well just right now it is probably Haydn. When will they stop he moans? The season started in earnest about 2 weeks ago. At first it was fun picking some for supper, some for our lucky guests, leaving a few for the wild life, the chickens and ducks. Then we realised we had to go further. Our guests got a punnet a day, our farmer likewise and his shearing friends, then the postman, then other farmers in the lane, then friends, then the dentist. Each delivery would bring a smile to people’s faces. Sometimes we were able to exchange for onions, mushrooms, balsamic vinegar, coriander and basil. Some we were able to sell to those enthusiastic jam makers (I still have some of last year’s jam in the cupboard)
We still have more than we need to so have resorted to purees, and preserving them in Sherry and more recently vodka. There is little time in the day to do anything else but pick strawberries, about 6 kilos a day. So if you have any suggestions what to do with them next..let us know.