les fraises

Stefan had two bowls of sweet, ripe strawberries at lunch, he was so happy he did a little strawberry dance. We’ll have them for about a month. We will make ourselves sick on them, because they are the only berries we will have until we go home to Portland this summer. I can’t tell you how much it cheered me up to see these today. I bought a couple pints and they are already almost gone, I had to hide some for Camille. They are picked ripe, are delicious and go bad by the next day. This year I’m going to buy some to freeze for smoothies. Leopold knows where there is a farm and he can buy me a flat. Strawberries.