Strawberries – and I – have an interesting kind of relationship.
Sometimes – I love them. Sometimes, I don’t.
I did not like strawberries – until a family member taught me to mince them up with loads of sugar and serve them over vanilla ice cream – from Aldi.
Later, as an adult – I decided to grow some in our little porch garden.
“Can I eat this berry?” Asked my sweet little son, kneeling with his fingers gently canvassing a purplish-red one.
“Of course you can.” I smiled, proud that he had selected a good one. We were very proud of our little garden.
Later, we worked with strawberries in the village – to correct some of the nutritional deficiencies – with the village children.
The children living in poverty in this remote area did not have the same diversion as I did to the tiny red fruit. They are accustomed to eating – even limes – without grimacing – so they didn’t require any sugar to enjoy the treat – and were fond of them immediately.
We were focusing on the production of vertical planters and baskets, because I knew that if we could control the soil if it were not in the earth, we could alter the conditions until we could produce more of them – and if not enough to feed everyone bowls full, we could at least make up a few batches of strawberry tea – which is popular in that area.
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So now, strawberries are memories of my new friends, that are family, too. Check out this Avocado Strawberry Spinach Salad Recipe from Gimme Some Oven!
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