On our way home this afternoon, I glanced over at the fresh produce stand right near our house and the sign I have been waiting for was up. ARKANSAS STRAWBERRIES. I don't know what it is, but they are just the best. About 3 times smaller than the California ones that Walmart sells and they just taste SO good. I turned on my blinker quickly and turned in. Emma asked what we were doing and I told her we were getting some Arkansas strawberries. We washed them when we got home and the 3 of us sampled a few. The girls had a few more on their plates at dinner and John had some with sugar after dinner. I saved mine for after the girls went to bed and treated myself to vanilla ice cream and strawberries. YUM! Anyway, this conversation happened after dinner as John was eating his strawberries:
Emma: Do you like strawberries?
John: Yes, I love them.
Emma: You know we got those today. They are Razorback strawberries.
This girl knows her heritage.