With the rainiest June ever, I was a little surprised that they were ripe, right on schedule.
I drug my ladder over to a neighbor's front yard, and before I could stop myself, the result was over 4 quarts.
They found their first home in this tart.
And then in this jam.
Have I mentioned that I'm ga-ga about these Weck canning jars?
I have a few left, and am thinking homemade ice cream...