But they were so good.
They turned dinner into this
That's a roasted potato with a little sheep cheese (this plate belonged to my daughter with Celiac who cannot eat cow dairy), brussel sprouts, and strawberries. It is my favorite kind of meal -- just a bunch of fruit and veggie sides.
But, alas, and this is where you can start to forgive me for my environmentally errant ways, I live without my favorite meal from November to April or May. When I saw those strawberries just sitting there, eyeing me, I snatched them up, ran quickly to the nearest checker, and rushed home to wash and eat as many as our family of five could consume.
It made us believe that warm weather is coming. It gave us hope.
What it failed to give us, however, is strawberries for tomorrow.