Red, red, red.
I never buy strawberries at the store. We wait for the local season, pick a few flats ourselves and then I can jam, freeze some berries whole and freeze some sliced and (barely) sweetened. I also eat as many as I can stuff myself with while they are still fresh. So, today, we indulged in waffles stacked high with berries and whipped cream. (They were devoured too quickly for photos though.) We also had berries for late lunch and after dinner and we'll have more tomorrow for breakfast.
This is my favorite local eating quote from Barbara Kingsolver's fantastic book, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Please note that I'm substituting strawberries for asparagus. I think it still applies:
"...[Strawberries] seem like a good place to start. And if the object of our delayed gratification is a suspected aphrodisiac? That's the sublime paradox of a food culture: restraint equals indulgence. "
So, my hands and counters are dyed pink, but the freezer is flush with berries to be enjoyed in another season.
And you'd think from this picture that Henry would be tempted to eat a few, but he just rubbed them into his chest like body paint instead.
Picking season photos are a wonderful way to show how time passes. There is no way he'd fit in a flat today.