All I can say is I would not buy them again. Oh, that’s right, I didn’t buy them in the first place. Laura did. They were pretty and tasted fresh but I couldn’t describe the flavor. Not strawberry.
“Pineberry is a hybrid cross from Fragaria chiloensis and Fragaria virginiana. A pineberry is smaller than a common strawberry, measuring between 15 to 23 mm (0.6 to 0.9 in). When ripe, it is almost completely white, but with red achenes (the seeds). The plant is disease-resistant, and highly priced, although not profitable due to small-scale farming, small berry size and low yield.” Wikipedia
First the story of St.Martin was told to the families inside the school. Then the families went outside to see the circle of all the school children. The children carried lanterns they’d made and gathered in a circle to sing. There were candles along the stairs and paths to light the darkness.
“Martin of Tours (died 397) was a Roman soldier who was baptized as an adult and became a bishop in Gaul. He is best known for the tale whereby he cut his cloak in half with his sword, to give half to a beggar who was dressed in only rags in the depth of winter. That night Martin had a vision of Jesus Christ wearing the half-cloak.”
Five years ago I attended another St.Martins Day in Berlin. Here’s that post