After an all-day meeting on campus today, I stopped on my way home at our CSA farm for the first pick-up of the season. Today's boxes held piles of greens (swiss chard, kale, bok choy), some peppers and cucumbers, a bunch of just-pulled beets, and two boxes of fresh strawberries. I piled everything into my trunk — except for the strawberries, which I put on the front seat of the car, where I could keep an eye on them.
I have no control when it comes to sweets, and I couldn't resist sampling the fruit as I drove. Local strawberries taste so different than shipped-across-the-country ones that we really ought to have a different name for them. Other CSA members were talking about making strawberry shortcake or strawberry pie or other culinary delights, but in this household, it's unlikely the fruit will last long enough for anything that fancy. In fact, it's only because we live so near the farm that the strawberries even made it home.