Three cheers for my favorite berry. You ought to be a proper noun, Strawberry. I could rave on and on about the strawberry: how sweet it is on shortcake, how juicy it tastes at the bottom of a champagne flute, how it makes my breakfast smoothies happy and pink. I picked 19 lbs of fresh organic perfect strawberries this summer, and all was gone in the matter of 2 weeks. 19 pounds of strawberries, in my belly. Sorry I’m not sorry, strawberry. Here are some ideas to get creative with the berry that knows no bounds:
What’s your favorite way to eat strawberries?