Yummy...

I remember going to Manitoba during the summers (which I am about to do for the first time since 1999 in a few days) to visit my mom's family where my grandmother and mom used to love to go strawberry picking. Since I was a lanky, energetic kid with no sense of fear, they would give me a few empty buckets, feed me a couple of snickers bars and let me pick until dusk. Out of every ten strawberries, I would eat one (or five), while making sure that my shirt was permanently stained red.

Ah, Strawberries...one of the many signs of glorious summer...