Driving along Roskildevej we kept our eyes firmly on the horizon, each of us wishing to be the first to see the large red and white tent we knew to expect announcing that strawberries were ripe for picking. We were not disappointed as there on our left was indeed a large red and white circus tent and an obligatory sign decorated, should we be in any further doubt, with a rather large strawberry.
Having been forewarned to bring them, we gathered our ramshackle collection of bowls and headed to the tent to have them weighed. I rather felt that the children might also need weighing sure as I was that they would consume ripe fistfuls of glinting strawberry's as they worked. In fact the staff were happy just to weigh the bowls and we were given instructions as to where to find 'our' field.
We drove very happily through the tall wheat fields, our car almost consumed by the tall grains dancing in the warm winds and parked next to our allocated lanes. The children very happily shot out of the car and began their morning's work slathered with factor 30 in the hot sun. To be honest we did have to look for the strawberries and I am not sure whether it is because we were using a field that had already shared much of its fruit or because the fruit was smaller then we were used to from the UK.
Very quickly though our bowls began to fill with red jewels and our pink stained fingers smelled so fragrantly delicious that it was hard to resist the overwhelming urge to try our treasure. We all discreetly tested the produce som with more subtefuge than others maybe! To quote my 8 year old "I just never want to eat a shop strawberry again, these are just so, so delicious and taste of strawberry and they are warm and I just love them", he is right they were some of the most delicious strawberry's I have ever eaten. Can you remember the strawberries of a thousand yesterdays, the ones that did indeed taste of 'strawberry' without disappointing? These were they, small maybe but so delicious.
When we had gathered enough for our needs I woke the sleeping toddler and introduced him to this new experience. His face told me that actually he had awoken in a place invented by Roald Dahl, with bushes waist high brimming with edible pleasure free for the taking with his fat little hands. With a little encouragement he took a fruit and placed it in his mouth. We watched his expression as the warm sweet fruit exploded in his mouth simultaneously reaching for a second in order to prolong the experience. Reluctantly I returned the children to the car and we left our field behind in the rear view mirror, journeying once again back through the fields of wheat and poppies.
We took our spoils back to the desk to be weighed once more. The farmer also has some tables where you can buy fresh fruit and vegetables picked that day and it all looked completely delicious and inspiring so we gathered some vegetables and added them to our little pile of goodies. Our three bowls of fruit cost us only 70 dkk, a lot less that you would pay in the supermarket and infinitely more tasty.
We returned home having spent a lovely morning together in a field picking strawberry's and talking about the possibilites of what we could do with our harvest. Their t-shirts can be washed alongside their faces and returned to their clean state again, the memories of the day will remain I hope, for a good while longer.
For more information visit the farm website below.
www.vejborggaard.dk
Having been forewarned to bring them, we gathered our ramshackle collection of bowls and headed to the tent to have them weighed. I rather felt that the children might also need weighing sure as I was that they would consume ripe fistfuls of glinting strawberry's as they worked. In fact the staff were happy just to weigh the bowls and we were given instructions as to where to find 'our' field.
We drove very happily through the tall wheat fields, our car almost consumed by the tall grains dancing in the warm winds and parked next to our allocated lanes. The children very happily shot out of the car and began their morning's work slathered with factor 30 in the hot sun. To be honest we did have to look for the strawberries and I am not sure whether it is because we were using a field that had already shared much of its fruit or because the fruit was smaller then we were used to from the UK.
Very quickly though our bowls began to fill with red jewels and our pink stained fingers smelled so fragrantly delicious that it was hard to resist the overwhelming urge to try our treasure. We all discreetly tested the produce som with more subtefuge than others maybe! To quote my 8 year old "I just never want to eat a shop strawberry again, these are just so, so delicious and taste of strawberry and they are warm and I just love them", he is right they were some of the most delicious strawberry's I have ever eaten. Can you remember the strawberries of a thousand yesterdays, the ones that did indeed taste of 'strawberry' without disappointing? These were they, small maybe but so delicious.
When we had gathered enough for our needs I woke the sleeping toddler and introduced him to this new experience. His face told me that actually he had awoken in a place invented by Roald Dahl, with bushes waist high brimming with edible pleasure free for the taking with his fat little hands. With a little encouragement he took a fruit and placed it in his mouth. We watched his expression as the warm sweet fruit exploded in his mouth simultaneously reaching for a second in order to prolong the experience. Reluctantly I returned the children to the car and we left our field behind in the rear view mirror, journeying once again back through the fields of wheat and poppies.
We took our spoils back to the desk to be weighed once more. The farmer also has some tables where you can buy fresh fruit and vegetables picked that day and it all looked completely delicious and inspiring so we gathered some vegetables and added them to our little pile of goodies. Our three bowls of fruit cost us only 70 dkk, a lot less that you would pay in the supermarket and infinitely more tasty.
We returned home having spent a lovely morning together in a field picking strawberry's and talking about the possibilites of what we could do with our harvest. Their t-shirts can be washed alongside their faces and returned to their clean state again, the memories of the day will remain I hope, for a good while longer.
For more information visit the farm website below.
www.vejborggaard.dk
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