The Kid has adopted a new catch phrase. When he wants to express extreme affection for someone or something, he'll say, "I don't like XYZ, I LOVE it!" And by that we know that whatever the person or thing is, it is, indeed, extra special.
I think the opposite is true of me and strawberries. As an adult, I don't love them. Their obvious sweetness is too much for me, and I much prefer the more subtle, more tart taste of blueberries and cherries.
But I do like them. How could I not? They're the first berry of spring. The real start of local produce season. The outdoor world's announcement that summer is on its way.
The kids, though? They love them. Especially Little Miss. And so, we try to go pick some every year.
In addition to eating a few pounds fresh, I experimented with some of our berry booty by making these quick pickled strawberries.*
They were...weird. On the scale of love to like to dislike to hate, I couldn't quite say I disliked them, but I didn't like them either. They were just too sweet.
This, on the other hand, I love.
As I always do, I also made some of our strawberries into freezer jam. I actually scorched the bottom of the jam just a tiny bit (I was trying to make dinner at the same time and got muddled), but it didn't hurt the non-burnt portion at all. In fact, I think it gave the whole pot a very delicious aroma of roasted marshmallows.
Spooned over a batch of Sweet Husband's hot homemade biscuits....ahh, yes, definitely a LOVE.
[*Both recipes came from the Food in Jars cookbook.]