This is about twelve pounds of strawberries. Picked in about an hour by Brian and I, at $1.60 a pound, totally worth it.
Over the weekend we picked and canned pounds upon pounds of strawberries with friends. There was Strawberry Jam, Strawberry Vanilla Jam, Strawberry Margarita Preserves and Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Filling. I learned the hard way that plain jam, without pectin, takes FOREVER to cook. Sorry grandmas of the yesteryears, I'll only be making that mistake once. We came away with over the 12 pints, and still didn't go through all the strawberries we picked. The final few will go in the freezer tonight. After five hours of canning yesterday I few onto the couch in a stupor, with a slight headache. A viewing of the Bourne Ultimatum, complete with commercial naps and four cups of water cured the headache. I seem to notice dehydration faster, so I drink lots and lots of water now.
Me, 13 weeks pregnant. I kinda refuse to believe that's a baby bump. I'm thinking it's a "hooray carbs and boo gym" bump, but we can go with baby.
This week I'm grateful for good friends, amazing summer weather, decent healthcare, and my incredible husband who waters the garden, grocery shops, does the dishes, pays our bills, takes out the trash and does other ordinary yet amazing acts of love for his wife. (That's quite a list. I'd say I help too, but I'm pretty sure I've slacked off in the helping department recently.) I'm grateful for a three day work-week and a long weekend to relax and spend time with my family. I'm grateful for our church family, who sent the sweetest card this past week.
The garden, 13 weeks pregnant. Much like me, it looks the same as last week.
Tiny cucumber. Congrats, Baby C, you're officially bigger than sometime else we're growing.
Roasted Peach ice cream with Strawberry-Vanilla jam topping
A free hour resulted in a game of Dominos. I usually kick Brian's butt, but he managed to beat me this time.
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