Ode to ripe strawberries

I was so happy to find at last weekend’s farmers market that we’ve entered into that very short period of time when homegrown strawberries are ripe. They’re still a little tart, but the color alone is worth a few oohs and ahhs.

Last year I found a vendor, a berry farm, that sells jam in addition to fresh berries, and they have the most incredible strawberry jam you’ve ever tasted. Just look at how red it is.

I need to be alone with my toast now.