All weekend I’ve been helping to destem and quarter strawberries from the backyard.
Strawberries with vanilla yogurt, with ice cream, strawberry milkshakes, on their own…and, strawberry shortcake, here I come! And not with that yucky store bought sponge cake, nopers! After the strawberries have run their course, it’ll be time to pick blueberries in the sweltering heat while being poked in the eyes by gnats. Yay. (But, just think about all the blueberry streusel muffins and blueberry pancakes you will be able to make!)
In other news, after a 1 hour walk/jogging session around the neighborhood this morning, my hips are too sore to walk up the stairs, my legs feel like lumpy jello, and I’m developing a blister. I really don’t like summer. Exercise in the summer means getting 100% drenched in sweat, and humidity + me = permanent greasy face.
Maybe it’s time for some strawberry nomming :]