My HH and I went to the farmer’s market this morning and purchased a million strawberries; I’m not sure what we were thinking except that the smell of the ripe berries must have over taken our senses! Once home I realized I had nothing I needed to do anything with them except freeze them - so my HH ran back to the store to pick up a list of supplies needed for my culinary venture. I started washing & cutting the berries that I wanted to freeze to clear up some space in the kitchen and prepare my area and jars for the jam I wanted to make.
I even pulled out my HH prized cutting thing to try and use it…hmmm, not as easy as it looked!
After he returned, I got overwhelmed with the processes all culminating at once, so my DD helped.
Doesn’t she look excited to be pulled away from her computer to cook on a Saturday afternoon?!?!?!?!
I sent him for ingredients to jam (which didn’t gel…so now I have several jars of some sort of strawberry syrup),
strawberry pie (which he picked up a cherry flavored something…so we ended up with strerry or cherberry pie),
and strawberry pizza (which I have not attempted yet).
The recipe for the jam said to use vodka and fire…uh, that sounded scary and didn’t work! Next time I will simply stick with the standard heat method to seal the jars. The recipe for the pie said not to cut the berries…so I didn’t. They, however, did not realize we grow FIST SIZED berries (and NO, I am not exaggerating) in Louisiana
MEDIUM sized berry
…so the pie was impossible to cut, hard to eat, and the flavor was not consistent when you bit into the berries! I suppose if I had been a better domestic engineer I would have realized the need to cut the berries anyway.
With all of that said and done – sugar is sugar, so the strawberry syrup and monster-berry pie are edible and I have a freezer full of berries to try something else with when I feel brave enough.
...it was Bubby and Betty Bear, the Crested Butte mascotts who were having fun with the girls, Christina & Karson. 
...we were off! First stop - breakfast!
which is actually at the bottom of the mountain. All the girls gathered with giggling anticipation! And the boys followed along in search of food.
The snow was measured in feet, which in incomprehensible to a Southerner! 
and an absolutely perfect purchase it was, too!! My toes were frozen, but after I got my new boots I was able to walk all over the mountain without a care in the world. 
Wonderful while we wandered around in search of the perfect new 
made from Colorado 
