I wish, in New England, I could eat like this forever.
When you live in New England, there’s nothing better than the first delicious bites of summer fruits and berries. I mean, really. We wait all year for a strawberry to taste like a strawberry. This is what I call a bowl of heaven.
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. AndContinue reading ““Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.””