Not just any strawberry, mind you, but a certified organic, Alpine strawberry from our garden. Miraculously, the squirrels did not get their paws on it first.
Instead I allowed Izzy to pluck it and seeing as it was too tiny to share, he had it all to himself. I hope the others ripen so I will have the chance to sample their sweetness myself.
Eater, Forager, Baker, Cook;
Teacher too...It all started long ago, at Le Cordon Bleu...
Cooked in France. Baked in Italy.
Graduated Peter Kump's New York Cooking School.
Taught at Le Lycee Francais de New York.
2 comments:
you know you love your kid when you give them a beautiful strawberry like that. i would do hte same.
I am so sure you are the mother in Mother earth...Auntie A
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