Could it be true?
I got an email yesterday saying there were local strawberries at the farmer's market. I was pretty sure it was an error, but what if it was true?
It's been the strangest winter here with record temps and things blooming that shouldn't be blooming,
so just maybe? We had to go see.
We found a parking place and entered with high hopes.
Lots of nice green things, all local and fresh.
Pretty exciting for a Minnesotan to see in the dead of winter.
Bread Man is here.
His loaves are amazing, baked in a wood-fired oven, so crusty and chewy.
Bags of beautiful buttery pecans.
And then, there they were!
Homegrown strawberries! The sweetest, strawberryest strawberries you ever tasted.
Once we found the strawberries we returned for a loaf of bread and some pretty red kale to make kale potato soup later in the week.
We rinsed the berries and ate a handful each. We had some more for breakfast with yogurt this morning.
Yup, all gone now
but the sweet memory
of fresh strawberries in January.