I love strawberries. And I know I'm not the only one.
Last week at the Friday market, I bought a case of them (I have no idea how much they actually weighed) for 5 euro, and believe me, it was a deal. Just two little containers of them can run you 2 whole euro, whereas the case holds 10 containers.
And if you're unsure of my love of strawberries, let's make this clear--P doesn't eat them, so that entire case was for me, and was gone by Monday afternoon.
My strategy is to clean two containers at a time, stir in some sugar, and let them sit until they are in a gooey, teeth-curling sweet syrup. Don't worry, I eat some sans sweetener along the way as well.
On Friday afternoon, when I was elbow-deep in strawberries, P rescued this one (yes, it's just one) from the line of fire, providing me with a perfect Love Thursday photo:
I didn't end up eating the entire 10 containers of strawberries myself, though, as I shared a few with neighbors. My Aussie friend and neighbor returned the favor by inviting me over Sunday morning for breakfast, and this was the main dish:
The flavors mixed together amazingly, and since my friend is also a restaurant pro, she even threw in a sprig of basil once she saw I was pulling out the camera. And yet again, we have a dish with the colors of the Italian flag; anyone else, expats or otherwise, find it odd how often that happens? All we ever had in America was that Fourth of July blueberry and strawberry flag cake, I think, which for the record, I've never made or eaten.
I really do love strawberries, but I appreciate them even more because here we eat everything only when in season. Sure, maybe an odd strawberry would've been nice in January, but that's not even an option, and I'm glad it's not.
My body is adjusting to seasonal eating, and I like it--it starts knowing what it needs just about the time it's coming into season. I found it this past year with artichokes, chicory, and, of course, my beloved strawberries, and it will soon happen with figs, peaches, cucumbers, and fresh, juicy tomatoes.
The mouth-watering anticipation makes everything I like just a little more special when I can finally have it. Or, absence apparently does make the heart grow fonder.
And so my illicit affair with strawberries will be in full force for a little while longer until all the 5 euro crates slowly disappear, and my obsession is put on hiatus once again.
Until next year.
Happy Love Thursday everyone!