We divided it in fourths and each had a sample. And yes, by "we" I mean myself, my husband, and our two dogs. Shuffles (the bunny) doesn't like strawberries.
It was tasteless, and I lose interest pretty quickly.
So I moved on to blueberries.
Months ago we rescued a fledgling blueberry plant out of the belly of WalMart. I can't stand WalMart, so I don't even know why we were there... I think I went in for a musket and some toilet paper. Instead, I walked out, with the first season of Jersey Shore and a dying blueberry plant. Good times.
Then we got crazy and sprung for the high dollar bit, snagging this beauty.
And for my birthday, my dear sweet, ever encouraging husband... bought me this.
He has such faith in me, I can barely stand it. That, and he knows I need a hobby. Unemployment is not my friend, people. Nope. Not even a little bit.
So. Let the canning begin.