Even though it took us a whole day to find the strawberries for this guy (strawberries, strawberries everywhere and not a… drop to drink?) it was totally worth the effort.
Just so you know, for the future — if the strawberries at the farmer’s market look fantastic, buy them. Even if you don’t have a plan to use them. Because later you might decide that you do, in fact, have a plan. Then, in a fantastically tragic fashion, you’ll long for those gorgeous farmer’s market strawberries. Suddenly the hard, sad little strawberries at the grocery store (delicious as they might be) just won’t be good enough. You’ll have to have them fresh from the vine. But it’s hot and humid and you don’t particularly want to pick them yourself.
So what’s a girl to do but drive from county to county in search of fresh farm strawberries on a late Sunday afternoon when they’re mostly sold out? Nothing, I tell you… there was no other option.
Nonetheless, I think even Mark would agree that the journey was worth the reward… you know, now that he can look back and laugh.
