It's strawberry season in Oregon! Mom, Dad and I took an hour of out our day to go pick some. My mother grew up picking in the summers of her childhood and adolescence. It was how they helped to supplement the family income and pay for their own personal extras. Needless to say, mom can still out pick me. Then, as my sister and I got older we went with her. I remember my dad threatening to have us weighted in before picking because we preferred to eat the ones we picked. Of course I still have to sample one or two. And these are so good! We've been picking at Twedt's farm fields for as long as I can remember. Now mom's making jam, and I'm going to go slice some for dessert.
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