best breakfast of the week, (or month) but as you say, who cares when its this good?
It was the ‘we’ in ‘when we have breakfast’ that caught my attention. My son does not usually take it for granted that I will share that meal… and to be fair, given the vile seaweed sludge he calls a smoothie and the birdseed cereal he prefers, that is fine by me. He’d obviously bought something special, but after being disappointed in the ensuing guessing game, but reassured that I wouldn’t be cooking, I had to simply wait and see.
When the shopping was delivered, the mystery resolved itself… There appeared to be a lot of strawberries… a little over two and a half pounds of them. Even with my son’s appetite and my passion for this fruit, this was ambitious.
Was I complaining as I hulled and washed them? No, I was not.
Strawberries are good for you. Low in calories, a fat content that is almost non-existent, packed…
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