Y’all will not believe what unearthly hour I got up at yesterday to pick strawberries… strawberries don’t hang around waiting for you… you wait for the strawberries… 7:00… which is a normal person time to get up but I ain’t normal and by that time I’d had 90 minutes of sleep and was pretty much raring to get the show on the road. I could live for DAYS on 90 minutes of shut eye time… I said I could live, but I never said I could live sanely. I need at least 2 more hours to round it out to mediocrely sane.
Oh, so I picked strawberries at 7:00 in the morning at this little farm called Mt. Naomi Farms in Hyde Park… we randomly ran across it on Saturday when we were running errands and because I’m pretty much a strawberry addict who will not go through the 12-step program… like EVER… I immediately added it to my must-do-list… which is sadly getting longer faster than I’m able to cross things off of it. There either needs to be 24 more hours in a day or I need to find a pirate’s booty… the gold part of the booty… not the rear receptacle. It was so fun and quaint and delicious. I felt like I was Strawberry Shortcake, except with less doll-like features. These berries are delicious! No contest to the store berries because they’re so much sweeter tasting.
Of course there was a damper put on my quaintly lovely berry-picking morning. As I was walking from the fields carrying my basket of strawberries, I was attacked by a gigantic dog. I hear someone yelling… no, no, no… SORRY… and all of a sudden this huge dog has his paws up on my shoulders pushing me backwards, biting at my chin and slobbering the heck all over my face. Birds hate me… dogs hate me… And I know it’s just me because Madre was walking just in front of me and the dog bypassed her and headed straight for me because I must smell like a double bacon burger on a regular basis. Either that or dogs really do know which meat is the juiciest… go for the girl with the flab cakes… she’ll taste dee-vine!
And that… my friends… is why dogs and I don’t get along… They bite me (this is at least the 4th time I’ve been bitten by a strange dog) and I end up having to update my rabies shot on a regular basis. This one didn’t break skin, so I may be safe, but my chin still smarts (aka feels like a dog bit it). Note to self: Throw out that new perfume Eau de’ Beefsteak… STAT!
Question of the Day: What is your favorite berry? Do you grow berries in your garden?