Strawberry season in Maine is about six days long, and with the near-Biblical amounts of rain we’ve gotten, most of the strawberries are rotting, and the season has been shortened to twelve hours. That doesn’t stop the hearty Mainers from venturing out into the fog to get whatever strawberries we can. And somehow, I have to say, all those wet wet strawberries just smelled delicious and everyone in the field was downright giddy.
I know a lot of people freeze their berries, but we prefer to shovel in as many fresh ones as possible. We did make shortcake, and I also made Quick Strawberry Jam, which was super easy and surprisingly delicious (though it was when I was going to take a photo of our jam for you all that I realized my camera was missing…sob!).
The picture of the strawberry pickers certainly captures the character of each. Love the one of the strawberries. I haven’t had any really delicious ones this year…just OK.
The strawberry photo is scrumptious. (Did you find your camera?) We apparently have a strawberry farm within a 30 mile radius, but what with the lousy weather of late and the short season, I’m imagining that if we go on Saturday we’d be wedged shoulder-to-shoulder in the fields with people squabbling over a single rotting strawberry.
I didn’t find my camera. I think I’m going to try to buy one today.
Another reason for you to move to Maine: we apparently went to the strawberry farm during its grand opening “Strawberry Fest” and it was so blissfully uncrowded that I didn’t even know it was any kind of event.