Nothing says summer's just around the corner like strawberries at the market, displayed in their tidy containers like so many jewels.
|Strawberries at the Beverly Hills Farmers' Market, from a recent trip to LA|
Personally, I've always been crazy about these juicy little gems, and could happily eat them by the quart, awash in fond childhood memories. Because for me, their sweet-tart taste inevitably calls to mind lazy summer picnics on the National Mall with my family, where I'd eat strawberries one after another after another, my bare feet nestled in cool green grass while the sweet strains of music played by the National Symphony Orchestra drifted overhead on the breeze.
Ah, the perks of growing up in DC.