I searched “Strawberry Festival” at Pornhub. That wasn’t what it was about.
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Y’all scare me
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Welcome to my world.
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Please don’t tell us how they harvest them.
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The berry farm here in Marble Falls hasn’t started their harvest yet. It’s a pick-your-own but they’ll have pre-picked boxes or will get someone to help you if you’re old/infirm or just lazy and want to pretend to be infirm. Check it out if you’re interested, bunch of kid-centric touristy crap too, if it’s a family affair.
I had to pick strawberries as a kid. Worst. Job. Ever.
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I’ve had worse.
Not. Even. Close. In high school I once worked at a poorly managed commercial egg farm. Quit after second day. I can still smell it.
@houston (Melvin) has a funny story about how his dad encouraged him, as a kid, to become an intellectual instead of a manual laborer. It involves a pig farm.
My grandmother made me pick strawberries because it allegedly builds character.
Worked a summer at a thoroughbred stud farm.
ETA: It was only one stud but the dude was busy.
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We came home from Port O’Connor yesterday with a nice redfish that I grilled. Tonight I made redfish croquets from the leftovers with Lisa Fain’s salmon patty recipe. I haven’t had salmon croquets in 40 years.
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I love those!!
Oh, man. Memories of my mother cooking them for our family.
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OH! The humanity!
You know that kills cats.
I’m going to need a photo of you holding today’s newspaper before I consider your account compromised.
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Mama did indeed raise a fool.
I deserved every bit of that nastiness.
I’m pretty sure it kills most weeds, and can kill anthrax in large doses.