As we got out of the car, my children moaned, “Why are we here?”
I handed them both a bucket and replied, “Because, this is a great way to earn dessert!”
They rolled their eyes and marched into the field. In their defense, it was hot and there wasn’t any shade out there in the strawberry field but I wanted them to pick their own fruit. Why?
For those of you without any access to a pick-your-own farm, please plug your ears and sing, “nah, nah, nah”, for the rest of the post. I apologize to you for sharing how awesome this is.
There are so many great reasons other than the obvious ones – like the strawberries were price at only $2.50 per pound and were filled with tart, sweet, and ripe flavors unlike the supermarket variety.
Maybe you like the atmosphere of the farm or the hunt for the berries. Isn't this beautiful? and it smells good too (scratch and sniff).
But, there is something here more fundamental to experience about food. As the sweat starts to trickle down your back as you stoop over to pick the fruit - there is a deep realization about the hard work that goes into the food that we eat.
My children were working to pick the food that they would eventually get to eat (of course, they were eating a long the way – something a farm worker isn’t allowed to do).
You don’t ever look at a strawberry again in the same way after you spend some time picking them and I would argue that you don’t waste them either. Someone picked that fruit so you could eat it!
Here is part of my haul:
Don’t they look scrumptious? When you pick your own, you get a deep appreciation for unprocessed food because it tastes so gooooood.
After we got home (and they cooled off), my children were proud of themselves for working to get our vittles. I was proud of them for not complaining the entire time.
Do you ever go vegetable or fruit picking?
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