It’s officially strawberry season here in Oregon, and I am thrilled. I went out to Sauvie Island last week to do a little strawberry picking at Bella Organic. Sidenote from a Portland newbie: Did you know Sauvie Island is actually an island in the Columbia River? I had no idea. Obviously, this makes sense, but…
strawberry pretzel salad.
We started this week with a gallon of strawberries (from our weekend in Clarksville). And you know that strawberries can’t just sit around for long without getting super nasty and squishy. As of Wednesday afternoon, our strawberries have either been consumed plain (although, what’s plain about a strawberry?) or baked into something awesome. Let’s talk…
family and strawberries.
Over the weekend, we ventured down to Clarksville to visit my dear parents as an early mother’s day/mom’s birthday celebration. Yes, folks. That does mean that we watched the Kentucky Derby in Tennessee. It was weird. But we ate Derby pie (or should I say “the first Saturday in May pie” because “Derby pie” is…
chocolate strawberry sandwiches.
Confession: I don’t care about professional football. I used to have a big ol’ crush on Tom Brady (way back in high school), but his good looks just can’t hide his not-so-gentlemanly-ways. So once I decided that Tom and I didn’t have a future together, I pretty much stopped having any interest in professional football….