I want to take my kids berry-picking. Wouldn’t that be fun? Except not strawberry-picking, because at least one of my kids gets hives from strawberries. And guess what kind of Pick Your Own Berries farm is right down the road? A strawberry farm, of course. I think there are maybe pickable raspberries or blackberries on a farm to the northeast of us… somewhere… but we’re talking probably a hour’s drive to a very hot place that is unlikely to have bathrooms. This may not be the wisest of plans for this stage in our lives. I guess I’ll settle for berries picked fresh from a basket at the farmer’s market. That’s pretty much the same thing, right? Sort of? Not at all?