Fresh Strawberries…

It’s funny the memories different foods bring me.  I bought these strawberries today and remembered that when my brothers and I were little,  my mother used to take us to go pick strawberries at Butler’s Orchard out in Germantown, Maryland.  We’d sneak in a few bites every so often;) and it was a miracle there were any left at the end of the excursion.  The strawberries we didn’t consume ended up being made into preserves for our pb & j sandwiches and whatever else tickled our fancy.