Even with three strawberry patches in our garden, Julian, David and I rarely get a fresh picked berry. And here’s the reason why:
The very first thing Nutmeg does when anyone opens the front or back door is to run outside and start stuffing strawberries in her mouth. The part that I find hilarious, though, is that if we try to give her a strawberry that we bought from the store, she’ll throw it across the kitchen in disgust. 17 months old and she’s already an extreme locavore.