And Now, the First Ripe Strawberry of the Season
Posted on May 27, 2014 Posted by John Scalzi 17 Comments
And for the record: It tasted perfect.
Posted on May 27, 2014 Posted by John Scalzi 17 Comments
And for the record: It tasted perfect.
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Is it red all the way through, not pale in the middle like store bought ones?
Beautiful!
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Did you make a Kaylee-face while eating it? We should have a photo of you making a Kaylee-face while eating a strawberry. Plus, then you get to eat more strawberries, until you get the photo you want!
Nomnomnom!
I miss good strawberries. Here in California we get big gorgeous decorative strawberries that taste kind of like cardboard, though occasionally there’ll be smaller ones in the stores with some flavor, or at the farmers’ markets. And a large flat of semi-boring strawberries still *smells* like a smaller quantity of the real thing.
I have one friend who grows strawberries in her garden, but doing that requires a really heavy-duty security system of fences above and below ground to keep out the deer, gophers, birds, raccoons, and other competitors for her strawberry crop.
It’s those *perfect* bites that make me wish there was a duplicator out there, so we could record items and reproduce them at will….sigh.
We just got back from picking two buckets of Oregon Strawberries.
Oooooh! Mine are still green. I keep staring at them like that will make them ripen faster, but so far it hasn’t worked. Probably another 4 weeks up here in the maritime PNW.
Here in Georgia the strawberry season is almost over. They are wonderful when fresh picked.
Took the trike out Sunday to a new farmstand just a short pedal up the road–owner is a woman I taught pottery to at summer camp in Connecticut 20-odd years ago. I had all good intentions of buying kale and collards, and came home with a 12-pint flat of strawberries instead.
Hah! We already had some perfect local ones here in DC (from the Bethesda Farm Women’s Coop Market).
Was it homegrown? Those are the best if you can pull it off. Second best is going to a pick-your-own place and doing just that. That way you can dispose of the evidence if a berry is just slightly too ripe to make it home.
Spent most of Sunday to my local Strawberry festival. Fresh Strawberry pie.
Looks good. I harvested my first strawberry on Saturday. And it was perfect, too.
Sadistic bustert! We are still a couple weeks away here on the frozen tundra. Now all I can think about is the taste of a real strawberry so unlike the pressed board imitations avaliable year-round.
I saw a werewolf eat a strawberry at John Scalzi’s …