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Strawberry picking at Pallman’s again this year and making wine

July 7th, 2009

Bowl of strawberries

Last year, when Eliza and I picked strawberries at Pallman’s Poultry Farm, was my first time picking strawberries. So, obviously – this year was my second. This time we had company. Our friends Paul and Sherin joined us and not only did we have a good time – we picked a lot of berries.

Eliza and I, with red fingers.

Paul and Sherin.

A big strawberry patch

Strawberries

At the end of my post from last year I said that this year we’d be determined to pick enough berries to make wine. And we did just that. Based on a recipe that I got from a friend that makes excellent wine (which I will share in a forthcoming post) – it takes 16 pounds of crushed strawberries to make 5-gallons of wine. So I spent two nights cutting and crushing the berries. I’m very optimistic about how it will turn out.

Crushing strawberries.

16 pounds of crushed strawberries

In our garden this year we only have two small strawberry bushes that we planted. Next year I’d like to extend it enough to harvest enough strawberries to make wine and for our general strawberry use. Now that is a goal.

Picking strawberries at Pallman’s Poultry Farm

June 23rd, 2008

A strawberry in my hand.

One of my berries, overlooking the patch.

Eliza picking strawberries.

Eliza harvesting berries.

I picked strawberries for the first time on Saturday.  Eliza had always been the one to go out picking berries.  Last year we attempted to pick some blueberries but that never panned out (the place was picked clean before we ever got there).  This year though she was sure to get out into the fields before the berries were all gone.

Picking strawberries is actually a fun, relaxing outing.  The weather was nice, the scenery was equally great, and we ended up getting several pounds of strawberries for a lot less than we would if we bought them at the market or grocery store.

Strawberries in a bucket.

My bucket.

Now the biggest choice we have ahead of us is how we’re going to use the strawberries we picked.  Strawberry shortcake, fruit smoothies, jelly or jam, and a slew of other possibilities are all possible.  It is strange how my taste for strawberries has grown this year over any other year.  As I’ve gotten older my taste for things has certainly changed, and my palate enjoys a much wider range of foods than it ever has, but I’m pretty surprised that strawberries might make the list this year.

Here is a theory of mine. When you have direct contact with where something comes from, you’re more apt to appreciate it.  I never thought I’d like wine before I turned 21.  And even after I had it took a little while before Eliza and I went wine tasting and really began to have a love for wine.  This seems to be happening again with strawberries.  Going out into the fields and picking some berries myself, eating them directly out of the patch, really makes the experience much better and now I’m finding myself liking strawberries much more.

The rows of strawberries.

Rows and rows of berries.

I’m looking forward to going again next year and, perhaps, mustering up the energy to pick enough berries to make strawberry wine.