Life. It tends to get in the way of blogging now and again, doesn’t it? It happens a bit too frequently with me, it seems, and I’m awfully sorry for being away so long.
So, I’m popping in to say hi and to tell you to rest assured: Life has not gotten in the way of strawberry season. I have my limits and no one, not Mother Nature, or paperwork, or even The Big Dog in the Sky, who my dog constantly howls at (and who, to me, sounds just like the fire engine), will stop me from eating as many strawberries as I possibly can over the next few weeks.
I tend to go overboard during berry season, which is something I’m totally proud of. I pick and pick. I buy in bulk. I bought this flat from None Such Farm in Buckingham, PA where they were giving away one quart for every two you buy.
I froze four quarts of berries, for strawberry sorbet making later in the year. I plan to freeze a whole, whole lot more.
Freezing strawberries is quick work. You soak them in cold water to remove any grit. Then hull them with a sharp lil’ pairing knife.
Spread them out on a sheet pan, not crowding the pan. (A quart of strawberries fits nicely on a quarter sheet pan.) Pop the pan in the freezer and let them freeze for about 4 hours.
Finally, divide the frozen berries into freezer bags. I date the bags, though I’m sure I don’t need to; frozen strawberries last (theoretically) for six months. In this house, they’ll be long gone by December.































