Last weekend we made our way south to Tanaka Farms, where there are acres of strawberries waiting to be picked. We made our first trip last year, and Mateo, Nico and their friends ate so many, so fast it was though they were afraid the strawberries were going to pop back into the ground.
This year the boys were a little more restrained, although Mateo still left with his face, hands, and clothes stained with red juice.
And while all that strawberry picking was certainly fun, the whole point for me was to bring it all home and make something.
So Matt and I split up, and we ended up with this:
and this:
Which, I have to say, was some of the best ice cream I've ever had. Thanks Matt.