As I made my way through the booths at the farmers market this weekend, searching for strawberries, I saw romaine lettuce that was lit by early morning sunbeams, beautiful pots of flowers backlit by that same golden light, and sweetly sewn lavender dolls.
Just when I thought I had struck out, and there were no strawberries to be had, Pam - the lavender lady who sews like a dream, alerted me to a vendor that might have some.
I knew I was on the right path when I spotted Catgirl carefully removing a stem before popping a red gem right into her little mouth. There to the side, hidden from view by the flour and a small horde of fellow strawberry seekers, they appeared. The object of my desire.
I patiently waited in line and snapped up 3 pints when it was my turn. As I turned to go I spotted Catgirl (who might really be Owlgirl on closer inspection) and gave her a nod of appreciation for showing me the way.
She was playing it cool in the shades, but I saw her wink at me in solidarity as I walked by.
We served these for dessert, stems still on, accompanied by dark chocolate and some of that smoky sweet carmel-ly Spanish sherry that I have become a fan of. I also like them dipped in creme fraiche or sour cream and sprinkled with a dusting of brown sugar. Mmmmmmmmm. Good.