For most weekends since we moved here we’ve stayed home and done things around the house. This Saturday we went to a strawberry farm for their family day. The event planner (Christopher) said it was a local farm. It was actually nearly an hour away which didn’t please the smallest member of the family. “Are we there yet? Can I have a snack? Can you turn on my story? How much longer? Are we almost there?” For someone who has traveled thousands of miles in a car she did not handle the 47 minute drive well.

It was so far out we expected it to be a rinky-dink place but it was surprisingly well kept and pretty. The gift shop had desserts, jams, decor, toys and crickets. FLAVORED CRICKETS. 
I was horrified. I thought it must be a joke, like chocolate “reindeer droppings” at Christmas. I turned it over and the ingredients said crickets, salt… Spelling it crick-ettes doesn’t make them any less gross.
Moving on to more normal people things, we took a tractor ride around the farm. Seeing wild alligators at a strawberry farm was a new sight as well. The lady giving the tour was tossing bread but I think she should have been feeding them sour cream and onion crickets. They need to be destroyed.

 We saw a pig race, played on the playground and meet a pig named Barbeque. 

 We could have played in the sandbox at home and saved ourselves seven dollars.

All in all it was a lovely, albeit scorching hot, day. We left with strawberries, sunburns and not one bacon and cheese crick-ette.