This past Saturday, Kristin planned a family trip to Athens and Watkinsville for a little fun and strawberry picking.
I think she really wanted to go to Athens because they have a Five Guys. She's gone from being a vegetarian to a fiveguysatarian. Seriously.
"It's time for lunch. What do you want to get? Oh, look, there's a Five Guys, right on the square!" Mmmm, hamburger....
Athens is still the same. Athens never changes. The same hobos that were on the bench outside of The Grill last time you went to Athens, they're still there. The townies, the Taco Stand, the arches, they're all still there. Athens is like a time warp, but its immutability is most comforting.
Walker and Tillman on one of the many decorative bulldogs around Athens. (Here you can see Tillman's extra-long, space alien fingers, which are so long they reach from his nostrils to the back of his head.)
Calder liked the ice cream at Hodgson's Pharmacy, only $1 a scoop! Hodgson's moved a year or so ago, right next door to the old location.
But the main reason for the trip was to pick berries out at Washington Farms in Watkinsville. $10 for a big old bucket you pick yourself.
I had honestly never had strawberries other than store bought, which I now realize are styrofoam packing peanuts. These strawberries rocked my world. We could not stop eating these cotton-candy soft morsels of explosive strawberryness. Oh, so good.
Saturday night, we had strawberries and cream. Sunday morning, we had Belgian waffles with strawberries. And then we made the Cooks Illustrated strawberry ice cream with the last of them. Exquisite.