I went down to the potager to get some greens and came back from the garden with the base of my shirt pulled out like an apron, full of ripe strawberries.
The back story is that we are redoing two thirds of our garden this year and so the part with the strawberry patch is set for revamp. I’ve been ignoring it, and had low expectations for any fruit this year. The berries are small, but intense and delicious.
We ate them with potato pancakes. I am perfecting the potato pancake recipe. They look beautiful, but taste too ordinary and not potato-y enough. I like to tinker with recipes, so this one will get some work.