On Saturday, Brad and I went to a pick-your-own strawberry farm. After all of the rain we’ve had, it takes a little more effort to find the strawberries that haven’t gotten waterlogged and split. I only managed to pick a quart and a half before my recovering-from-moldy-lungs self needed to sit, but Brad was a trooper and powered through:

We supplemented by picking up another two quarts (far right). We had the obligatory cider donut and strawberry ice cream, but I think in the future we’ll skip the picking part. Barely cheaper than just buying the strawberries from the farm, and they had first pick.
All the real work came in at home on Sunday:

Thankfully we have an AC unit in the kitchen. Lots of heat coming from the stove. But after all was said and done, I had my very first strawberry jam.

Then I made some strawberry-lemon marmalade, which was even better. I froze a bunch of berries for future combinations with fruits later in the season, like figs, but I don’t know if I can wait!