“Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.”

It's hard to believe the summer is almost through; though late August is one of the best times for b.l.t.'s and fresh picked local strawberries.Today, with fall like conditions, I bundled up in a bulky sweater and took to a applewood smoked turkey bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich on homemade English muffin toast. And of course, there's no side dish like the sweetest strawberries you've ever popped in your mouth.If you live near local fruit, eat it up while you can....the cold weather is fast approaching.

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