I cannot tell a lie, those strawberries are not actually from my garden. However, I did choose them very carefully all by myself at the Farmer's Market. If I could go to the Farmer's Market every day, just to pick up and sniff and gentle squeeze each piece of produce, I would. I don't always know what to do with the food I bring home but luckily I am exceedingly fond of cookbooks and cooking magazines. I'm far from a pro in the kitchen, we eat very simply in my house most nights, but occasionally something will make me roll up my sleeves and put on my apron and get to it.
Every summer growing up, my grandmother would pack me, my sister and my cousins in the car and we'd go strawberry picking. Then, while we played endless games of hide-and-seek outside, she made jars of freezer jam. My cousin called it yummy jam. That was its name. Last year my mother brought me a jar from home and this year I was determined to make some myself. I love freezer jam - you don't cook the fruit - because even after you've thawed it, it still has the taste and smell of fresh strawberries.
I could quite happily exist on freshly baked bread and jam, alternated with honey fresh from the hive. Don't you just want to dip a spoon into that golden honey in Superdewa's photo? Close your eyes and savour every last drop? Mmmmmmm.
What food makes you sigh with contentment?
One (of my many) favourite food blogs: orangette
honey flare by SuperDewa