Hey, Greg!Fruit season is a cumin in! We are on the eggshell edge of strawberries ripe and sweet, and have intention to visit what farms we can. If the weather treats us well this year, we may make the go of picking our own. I would rather pick blueberries (the back, the knees) but picking any berry will be worth it, as it always has been.
For strawberries, I let them sit in a sprinkle of sugar, and glop the resulting sweet muck over halved cream biscuits, all under a cowl of ever gently whipped (more) cream.
I have not been eating a lot of cream lately, so I was mildly surprised to find no less than four brands of heavy cream at the grocery, more so that one of them was merely Pasteurised. We got that one. I think it tastes more like something than any heavy cream I've recently had, and it whips up very nicely.
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