Of all the senses, for me, taste is the hardest to write. I felt those strawberries, though--I’ve eaten the Mexican and Californian berries but there’s nothing like the tiny ones I get in Maine every June.
i live in western new york and for myself, strawberries are synonymous with the first day of summer vacation ~ waking up at sunrise and picking quart after quart with my mother. Mouths full, hands stained red.
The taste of Jersey butter takes me right back to my grandmother's house watching Papa digging up Jersey Royal potatoes, anticipating the hot butter melting all over the potatoes and wishing I didn't have to eat the cabbage he was insisting I carried in to be cooked ...
Of all the senses, for me, taste is the hardest to write. I felt those strawberries, though--I’ve eaten the Mexican and Californian berries but there’s nothing like the tiny ones I get in Maine every June.
i live in western new york and for myself, strawberries are synonymous with the first day of summer vacation ~ waking up at sunrise and picking quart after quart with my mother. Mouths full, hands stained red.
To this day, I only eat strawberries in season.
The taste of Jersey butter takes me right back to my grandmother's house watching Papa digging up Jersey Royal potatoes, anticipating the hot butter melting all over the potatoes and wishing I didn't have to eat the cabbage he was insisting I carried in to be cooked ...