I love strawberries, but only when they are in season, sweet, delicious and preferably local.
One thing I do not like, however, is picking them. Because of this, I am willing to pay extra for those already picked. Every year I see you pick ads for strawberries right around now, but I just want someone else to pick them for me. I know that sort of sounds elitist but let me tell you a little story.
Several decades ago, when I was just entering my teen years, I needed a job. My seasonal job working at a local greenhouse, Glei’s, had just come to an end and because we were poor, I needed to fund things like clothes, make up, entertainment–you get the idea–for myself.
My friend and I were perusing the local newspaper, the Hillsdale Daily News, when what should catch my eye, but a classified ad soliciting strawberry pickers. You were paid by the pound, and although I can’t remember the exact amount, it seemed reasonable to us.