35mi South of Fresno
There they were, in all their glory. It was the second time I had visited, and they offered themselves to me freely, beautiful in the gentle morning sun. I couldn't wait to take them home and run my lips over their taut skin, and enjoy the sweetness of their presence.
Locally grown, organic strawberries will be the death of me, I tell you. And at $5 for three little baskets, my wallet isn't too appreciative either. But I will never, ever go back to those "giant California strawberries". The ones that are a different species bred for ship-ability, size, and shelf-life, which make them cheaper in the supermarkets. But those features come at a different cost: taste, juicyness, and overall strawberry-ness.
Try it. You'll know what I mean.
1 comment:
I should follow up with this. I just learned that a friend's family owns a large giant-strawberry farm. I should clarify that it's just my opinion on the taste of these organic ones -- clearly they are a niche market for those of us who want to splurge on such edibles. Supermarket giant-strawberries have their place in mainstream appeal, and they are definitely cheaper, and they keep a lot longer than these little red morsels I bought.
As I understand it, strawberry plants grow like weeds and are fairly hardy. Maybe I'll try to grow some in a few pots on the balcony. Eh, maybe not.
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