This morning, the big sign in front of Homestead Farm Market on the edge of town announced “Local Strawberries!”. So, of course, we picked up several quarts—who could resist and why would you? We had big plans of slathering toasted bread with butter, adding spoonfuls of fresh ricotta, then piling on sugared berries. We never made it past sugaring the berries—we just devoured the whole bowlful. We’ll save the fancy treatment for when we aren’t so berry-deprived.