With that in mind, we packed up the car and headed to Lithia, FL to a little organic farm called Fort Lonesome.
And how do I know for sure that this place grew organic strawberries? Just look at this sign. Hippies = much higher portion of organic goodness. And 300% more patchouli smell. Also, they say they are organic and they seemed like trustworthy people, so I'll go with it.
So after a quick walk through the onsite trail, we came across the strawberry fields where we'd be doing all of our work.
My wife picked a bunch of strawberries.
And pretty soon we had a two whole bunches of strawberries. Which is a good thing because I needed about two pounds just to make a little bit of jam and I needed another four pounds or so just to snack on during the car ride home, because they were delicious.
When we got home I set about taking all of those beautiful, red berries and destroying them through a series of steps showcasing my ineptitude in making jams. If you want to make your own jam at home, here's my secret: copy someone else. What do I know about making jam? Nothing.
But this person at RookieMag.com does, so go here and use their recipe.
Basically, clean your strawberries and throw them into your blender:
Mouth of the Architect on your iPod and it's only like 3 songs. It'll fly by.
And what to do with this delicious concoction? It's certainly too fancy to be wasted on PB&J sandwiches. A fine jam likes this deserves a fine dessert. How about some mascarpone cheese with chocolate mint and a balsamic reduction? Yep, that'll do.
Also, ignore the advice I just gave. Is there anything better than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
No. No there isn't.