Turkey Tracks: June 23, 2020
The First Strawberies
I picked these Sunday.
And more of them Monday.
And I was delighted that I beat “chipmunk” to these first ripe strawberries.
I am missing DIL Corinne Enright these “strawberry days” as she is usually here this time of year. AND she picks the strawberries for me—about twice a day as some ripen in the sun over the course of the day. She keeps the strawberry bowl in the kitchen full—and her girls snack on them as they drift through the kitchen.
I ate some, but with my histamine intolerance I can’t eat too many. Strawberries are legendarily high histamine. These are a Maine heritage fruit, “Sparkle” I think. They are so spicy and gorgeous this year. As it was, I had to take some benedryl, so I froze the rest.
It’s so sad to me that so many people today think that those large, red strawberries in the markets are good. I find them to be tasteless and sour for the most part. Bred as they are to be big, red, and to ship well, there is no way they can taste like a fresh-picked, organic, locally grown strawberry that’s a heritage type.
Fine your local farmers folks. You’re in for a treat if you do.