Blessed as we are in California by local farmer's markets offering strawberries in season at the peak of ripeness, I always buy more than we can eat. Whatever is not consumed fresh gets frozen. I core the berries and arrange them on a parchment-lined cookie sheet so they freeze separately, then pack them in freezer bags, ready to be used by the handful in smoothies, sauces, or made into jams, since they don't stick together.
Where on earth do you find these wonderful stories? Who ever would have thought the seeds were ovaries!
Blessed as we are in California by local farmer's markets offering strawberries in season at the peak of ripeness, I always buy more than we can eat. Whatever is not consumed fresh gets frozen. I core the berries and arrange them on a parchment-lined cookie sheet so they freeze separately, then pack them in freezer bags, ready to be used by the handful in smoothies, sauces, or made into jams, since they don't stick together.
Eton Mess! That's the answer to last Sunday's NYT crossword 119 across - thank you dear Julia. Love this strawberry story - brilliant, as usual.