i am allergic to strawberries. strawberry seeds actually. yeah, i know. right? sucks to be me. and you know why? because oregon strawberries are apparently the bomb-diggity of the strawberry world. but shawn LOVES strawberries so having also heard stories of the wonder of oregon strawberries, he was very interested in partaking. after some thought and formulating a plan, to market we went. we returned with a flat of the loveliest looking and smelling strawberries i'd ever seen and i got to work. i have, after all, been married to this man for 11 years and think he's pretty swell. if he wanted strawberrystuffs, he'd get strawberrystuffs:
strawberry black pepper jam
brown butter banana strawberry bread
strawberry infused bourbon & rye
strawberry ice cream
and strawberry pie
its been, let's say, a rough week to be a girl. baked goods definitely would've helped my mood. but no, there were no baked goods to be had that didn't contain strawberries. the pie smell emanating from the oven is making me completely batty. once or twice during the processing of all these strawberries, i found an extra large one and cut away the entire seedy flesh, rinsed and ate it. SO GOOD. but no, no partaking of the baked goods or the fresh, fragrant strawberries. i'm now a little twitchy.
for love. seriously. all for love.