Summer fruit

This is my favorite time of the year for food, with all the local summer fruits appearing in the stores.  It gives me such a feeling of abundance.  Even as a kid, because we lived in the country and there were huckleberries and blackberries and we knew where the wild strawberries patches were, and boy were they good.  Tiny little morsels of happiness.  It was like all the flavor of a huge enormous strawberry was packed into a little tiny one around the size of the littlest fingernail on my ten year old hands.  All the flavor and more.  There was a delicacy and perfume and subtlety that is missing from the big ones.  Even the organic large ones don’t hold a candle to those tiny fragile miracles of goodness dancing in our mouths.  And then the cherries would get ripe.  The dark red ones that would stain our faces and fingers and then the Queen Ann’s that didn’t look nearly as sweet but oh my!

Oops.  Don just walked into my writing room looking tired and said he was going to go to bed.  And as much fun as I am having wandering around in my summer fruit memories, I know I’ll have an even better time snuggling and chatting with Don.

Sweet dreams everyone.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, June 16, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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