Strawberry Huller

Snowing. On my tomatoes. Bah.

Thanks to Mike for braving the elements and covering up the vegetables while I worked out of the house this afternoon. Sure am glad I have not yet planted strawberries in the fantastic new strawberry pot I bought on Friday.

It is from Pots n' More, my fourth and final lawn and garden center to visit in search of a strawberry pot. You pull off onto the gravel drive and are immediately welcomed by the strangest smörgåsbord of flotsam and jetsam arranged in little to no logical order. I wandered through the aisles of pots (and more) and heard angels sing when I stumbled upon my find. The guy working there didn't speak much English, but I was able to negotiate 10% off the price by offering cash, and he happily tucked it into my car for me.

I actually bought the strawberries after picking up this nifty strawberry huller from my favorite spot. You push the green button, and the stainless claws reach out to grab the hull, then you push it into the top of the berry and twist, pulling out the hull with minimal meat coming along with it.

When I first told Mike about it, he said, "you mean it works kind of like a knife we already have?" But when I showed it to him, he noted that it looks like the thing in Total Recall that Arnold sticks up his nose to retrieve some sort of homing device, and now Mikey likes it.