Crazy?

Something in my brain sometimes just goes "click".
It happens when I see a whole field of berries.  How much do we need?  As many as we can pick.  Winter is coming.
Actually, it is high summer here in zone 4.  A heat warning was issued for tomorrow.  Maybe it was heat stroke that caused me to bring home over 26 pounds of strawberries.  That sounds like a likely excuse.
I did the same thing last year, almost to the pound.  When will I ever learn?
Forty three jars (of a variety of sizes) of strawberry jam later, I can finally take a break.
Really, I only have forty one jars of jam and two jars of "sauce", which is what I call it when I screw up and my jam doesn't turn out right (screw up=failure to follow directions).
My BFF texted me halfway through the whole affair to ask me what I was doing.
"We're Jammin'," I replied.  Think Bob Marley.  I hope you like jammin', too.
I had gone around the bend.
Another trip to the grocery store.  Another ten pound bag of sugar.
Really, I handled things much better this year than last.  First, once I remembered last year's epic strawberry fest, I got my head around what to expect.  I was going to make a ton of jam.  No problem, we will eat it.  We did last year.
Then I thought about all the great berries I could take on our upcoming road trip.  I hate road food and I was really happy to have an alternative.  Many years ago I bought a great item at a Tupperware party, a recommendation from my sister-in-law, another berry queen.  I went to the basement for my Fridgesmart containers and filled them with berries enough to last the whole week.  They will last twice that long in those Fridgesmart containers.  They are shaped very much like the containers that contain strawberries shipped all the way from California.  The containers have an adjustable venting system to help preserve the contents, which last much longer than berries stored in other containers.

This year, I'll be sure to record how many berries we picked and how many jars of jam I made so I can plan better next year.  I'll probably come home with two boxes though, as usual.