Local Strawberries are Ripe!

Doubtless God could have made a better berry (than the strawberry), but doubtless God never did.

William Butler, 17th century English writer

Is there anything that symbolizes Summer better than the strawberry? I mean real strawberries grown locally, not the imitations flown in from 3,000 km away. They may as well come from the Moon!

When Dad walked in the house laden with two flats of bright red strawberries from a local farm, Mom got busy preparing several pints for the freezer so that their summer sweetness can be enjoyed in the depths of winter while I got busy making a crust for a pie. Over the stove we consulted on the creation which will be featured in tomorrow's post . . . if successful.

But to give you a hint I present our dessert this evening concocted from the pie's leftovers. Stay tuned.