It’s finally strawberry season!
As long as I can remember, I’ve always loved strawberries. As a child I would secretly dip them into the sugar bowl, to get that gritty candied crust just before biting into the berry’s juicy flesh. I usually got caught when my dad went to sweeten his iced tea with a spoonful of sugar and discovered little pink sugar pebbles inside the urn of sweetness. Nowadays I leave the sugar bowl for my coffee and decorate my cereal with loads of fresh berries. Although I do appreciate the fact that we live in a time when fresh summer produce is available year round, there simply is nothing like freshly picked berries, still warm from the June sun.
On a mission to sample as many local fields as possible, so far I’ve gotten to three. I first tried stopping at None Such Farm, on York Road in Buckingham. They have this adorable little wagon set up next to the berry farms, womanned by the quintessential definition of a sweet all-American girl. Unfortunately, already a bit fashionably late on my route to work, I was not able to browse the fields myself. Disappointingly, they did not have any pre-picked berries for sale. So those fields are still on my to-do wish list for now.
Next berry stop, was Manoff Market Gardens in Solebury. I never would have stumbled upon them if it were not for their ingenious wooden signs of a giant strawberry and an arrow. Strawberry treasure hunts were not necessarily on the agenda, but I couldn’t resist wandering the foreign side road, guided by giant berry signs until I reached my destination. Just in time, their strawberry yield was in its last week. Surprised by how large they were, I quickly grabbed some to go, passing a display of their other products. Of course, deliciousness. Sneaking them into the back corner of the walk-in for the duration of my workday, I was stingily wary to share the soon to be discontinued fruits from my explorations. Feeling guilty I caved mid-day and offered my coworkers some, but secretly relieved, they all declined the offer.
The third local strawberry farm I’ve visited is Solly’s Farm Market in Ivyland. On my way home from my weekly dairy pickup at Tanner Bros. Dairy, their beaming sign for local strawberries lured my car off the road. Their strawberries were much more the size I had expected, and perfectly ripe. Out of delicious convenience, this has been my repeated local strawberry fix of late. Inside their little roadside market stand, they have a case of fresh baked doughnuts that I keep trying really, really hard to not notice. Apparently a week or so ago they had a strawberry pancake breakfast. Strawberry Pancakes!?!? Devoured next to the fields in which they grew…..sounds like heaven. So sad I missed out.
Now, with the strawberry clock ticking, I’m dreaming up strawberry jam fillings, shortcakes, tarts….