How about we switch over our ISP? We could save a little money by bundling our plan. Maybe get new cell phones... it sounded like the perfect idea. Hundreds of dollars (and a few hours) later, we were all set up. Interestingly, not one of those three (3!) friendly service people we worked with told us that we'd have to live without the Internets for five (5!) days while they switched over our home internet service.
Nope, they didn't.
And five days (if you didn't know) is a VERY long time. I was completely unprepared for the toll it would take on my (already harried) blogging schedule. Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit behind and more than a little miffed about it.
On the very fortunate side, we had an absolutely STELLAR (if quite Internet-less) weekend.
Sunday was a positively gorgeous day, weather-wise. So, what did we do? We packed up and headed an hour or so west to JenEhr Family Farm in Sun Prairie, WI for some strawberry picking. Of course, half the state of Wisconsin had the same idea... so there was some competition in the strawberry fields (including a guy who seemed to corner the market on strawberries by straddling the rows in awkward--yet very effective--fashion. See him there on the left?)
We started off slowly... 
... but eventually we found our own private stash of berries, hidden beneath the surface of the bushes.
And there was much rejoicing in the land!
And that's when Peef pulled out the camera and started taking really unflattering photographs of me and my hopelessly wind-blown hair. This was a particularly great one (my "punk look" as he smirkingly called it). I figured I'd just post it right here on the Internets so that you can all point and laugh. That's what the Internets are for anyway, right?
I didn't exactly get Peef back by taking photos of his berry stained hands. But, that's OK.
He made it up to me by taking me on a journey to the WONDROUS land of the Sassy Cow Creamery.
What could be inside?
The sassy little cow wouldn't say. So, we ventured through the front doors... where we found...
Icecream!
Between the fresh air and our brilliantly churned treats, we had just enough sustinance to get us back home again. To wait for our Internets to return.
©BURP! Where Food Happens
Ooh, I get to be the first comment! So sorry about your Internet troubles. I almost had a nervous breakdown when my laptop quit a few months ago, although my distress did make me reevaluate my addiction to blogging and cut back - for better or for worse. Balance, don't you know...
ReplyDeleteYour strawberry picking looks so fun! I'm heading to Vermont to visit the folks for the Fourth and we usually try to fit in a visit to their local strawberry farm. I'm hoping to do so again this year because we are out of strawberry jam and it's the kids favorite.
Your roasted rhubarb is simply dreamy. It has never occurred to me to try such a wonderful thing, but now I can't wait to try it.
My interwebz was down for 8 whole days earler this month!
ReplyDeleteYou always make WI look FUN!
ReplyDeleteI know the pains of a life without the internet...sad and pathetic we've become so dependent.
strawberry picking? how fun!
ReplyDeleteI hear you on the type clinical depression known as Intarwebz Withdrawl (check the DSM-V, it's in there!).
ReplyDeleteI'm absolutely jealous that you went strawberry picking; it was our intention to do just that this past weekend. However Maryland is in-between berries right now; Strawberries are pretty much over but raspberries haven't hit full swing yet.
We didn't go strawberry picking this year so will have to live vicariously through other pickers' photos. Yours are great!
ReplyDeletewhat a BEAUTIFUL day you had!! that last photo with the ice cream, i cannot believe how vibrant blue that sky is, how wispy white those clouds are, and how luscious green that grass is!!!! and that photo of you is utterly adorable, i love the "punk" look!
ReplyDeleteYay for strawberry picking. I remember going raspberry picking a couple of years ago and Kevi and I went WAY overboard. We were up to our necks in the things. I'm not sure we could finish them before they went bad.
ReplyDeleteHomemade ice cream right from the dairy is the best thign ever, isn't it?
Those strawberries look delicious! I'm dying to go berry-picking while the season's in full swing.
ReplyDeleteJust curious, what were the prices like on the strawberries?
Alison - Prices at JenEhr are $2.65/lb for organic Upick strawberries.
ReplyDeleteWe ended up with around 14 lbs by the time we were finished picking. I froze almost all of them, figuring that it will be divine to thaw them out in the middle of February next year!
I wondered where you guys were! I love this post and the photos are wonderful. Plus, those berries look pretty darn good as well.
ReplyDeleteThat roasted rhubarb sound delicious! Interesting idea. I may have to try that as I've been getting lots of rhubarb in my CSA box.
Welcome back from the blogosphere black hole. We missed you!
Melissa
When I first saw the last photo, I thought the ice cream cones were like ten feet tall and got really excited!
ReplyDeleteLove the Sassy Cow Name!
ReplyDeleteThat looks so refreshing and fun. Oh that sunshine looks so good. Make me want to go out and pick strawberries. I would love to direct Foodista readers to your blog. If that's ok with you, please add your choice of widget to this post and you're all set!
ReplyDeleteStrawberries AND ice cream? I'd say that makes for an excellent weekend.
ReplyDelete~ingrid
Living without Teh Internetz is always terrible! But those strawberries - I would sacrifice a couple days if I could get my hands on those!
ReplyDeleteAmanda - Wisconsin IS fun!
ReplyDeleteWell wasn't that a very important little tidbit they forgot to tell you! I've been busy with work for the past week and couldn't find the energy to blog. Your day picking strawberries and eating ice cream sounds like it was a very nice day!
ReplyDeleteHappy 4th!
ReplyDelete~ingrid
I've been to Sun Prairie! My little sis used to live there - now they're in Waunakee. She neglected to tell me about the STRAWBERRY PICKIN'.
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