Taylor and I decided, on a whim, to go berry picking with two of our dear friends. Without thinking through what we would do with the berries once we got them home, we picked as many big, beautiful, red strawberries as we pleased! Before we knew what happened, we were holding several overflowing boxes, amounting to thirty-pounds of perfectly ripe happiness.
Thankfully, my sister-in-law came to my rescue! We spent the next day washing, slicing and cooking down every pound of berries that we had gathered.
After the ensuing rushed mayhem of pots boiling over, lava berry burns and pinging jar lids, we ended up with quite a few beautiful jars of strawberry-vanilla jam and strawberry syrup (for italian sodas!).
My, what a whirlwind.
