We don't eat jam around here much. A couple of years ago I gave freezer jam another go and ended up dumping it into batches of homemade strawberry ice cream. I usually have one jar of jam going at a time and that's gifted to us by Friend Marge. It's delish but it takes a year to eat one jar. Sometimes I slice a few and freeze them for ice cream toppings in January but again, this year I found those containers in the freezer and dumped them into ice cream while it churned. Daughter doesn't complain about that!
No, on strawberry day, and today was what will be one of many, we just eat them.
As the day grew nearer, I baked some pie shells last week and put them in the freezer.
We'll start with four and go from there. My pie shells are rustic looking. I mean, come on, this isn't a magazine shoot and when they are filled you aren't going to see them anyway.
Picking for me is summer. This is it. The beach is wonderful, the flowers are beautiful, the weather is perfect and cookouts are fun. But picking your own strawberries, blueberries, cherries, peaches and apples is time spent in perfection.