I’ve never successfully grown strawberries. I bought a plant once and it produced a couple berries over the course of two seasons, and then died and never came back. Typical. I blame the gumbo-eque soil that plagues this part of our city (it’s a lake bed after all). I have a bad track record with fruit trees and bushes, so I’ve given up. I’ll just envy all of you who have the ability to keep that shit alive. It’s not in the cards for me.
Since I can’t grown ’em, I gotta buy ’em. I can’t wait until there are fresh, local berries at the farmers market, grown by people who know what the hell they’re doing. A local orchard was selling a variety they called “bubblegum strawberries” last year and I’m keeping my fingers crossed I can get more this year. They didn’t really taste like bubblegum, but they tasted sweeter and more like candy than any other berries I’ve tried before.
You can do so many wonderful things with strawberries. Currently, I’m macerating them with a simple syrup spiked with balsamic vinegar and mint. From there, you can do pretty much anything. Pair the berries with some sweetened goats cheese and angel food cake, and you have yourself a winning dessert that’s perfect for a backyard bbq, potluck, Mother’s Day, or you know, a Tuesday night that still feels like a Monday (ugh, aren’t those the worst?!)