Now that I'm a city mouse, as Kathryn would say, it's nice when I get to go home to the burbs and experience some nature. Or really just give a view that doesn't include concrete and I'm happy. Saturday I went strawberry picking with my mom at Parlee's Farm, which is only five minutes from our house. The pickin' was great and there really is nothing like picking your own fruit. These smaller, glossy berries are just zillions of times better than the mutant-size monstrosities you find at the grocery store.
I put some of them in a trifle layered with cubed pound cake brushed with lemon glaze, cool whip, and blueberries, for my aunt's annual summer cookout.
Also special props to Sam's delicious homemade watermelon sorbet, with extra pretty points for presentation (the little cups! the sprigs of fresh mint!).
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I canNOT look at a trifle without thinking of that episode of Friends ("No, Rachel, you were NOT supposed to put beef in the trifle...")
Anyway, those photos are all gorgeous.
How's summer treating you?
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