One of the wonderful things about frequenting the farmer’s market on a regular basis (a new thing for me) is that when something new arrives, the excitement and enthusiasm is palpable. I already knew, after reading Lucy’s Greenmarket Report, that strawberries were in but it wasn’t until I got there that I realized how abundant, how fragrant and how beautiful the strawberries were.
I was there with Diana yesterday and we took advantage of the free strawberry samples placed out for passers-by. These strawberries are to supermarket strawberries what Marlene Dietrich is to Brittney Spears. That is to say: the real thing. I didn’t buy any because I wasn’t going straight home and I didn’t want to lug them around all day, but tomorrow it’s going to be a strawberry spree. I see strawberry jam, strawberry shortcake and strawberry rhubarb pie in my future.
