A trip to the Tigard farmers market this morning paid off with a half flat of super sweet strawberries. Their sweetness sealed their fate to be married to tart rhubarb in a pie. In a few hours they will be joined by the best man, a butter crust, and the maid of honor, vanilla ice cream, and Tom and I will hold the wedding party of their (short) lives for the lot of them in our mouths and stomachs.
Sharing our adventures in the kitchen with each other until we can meet and share in person.