Strawberry picking

It's been a few years, maybe a decade even, since the day we turned round mid strawberry pick to see that our two year old Tessie Bear had walked down an entire row, stripping off the biggest, juiciest strawberries and devoured them then and there. The evidence was all over her face and wee pinnafore despite her offering us some pretty non committal shrugs about what she'd been up to. I reckon she put away a full punnet's worth that day. I took the walking, talking incriminating evidence straight to the car while her Dad paid for the wee punnet the rest of us had gathered.

Today's bounty was dipped in melting hot chocolate and devoured fondu style.