There is something special about picking the first strawberries of the season. Yesterday I opened up the polytunnel to find that there were quite a few rosy red, rip strawberries, just right for eating. I picked a bowl full for our Sunday dessert, and told Bob he couldn’t have one until after I had captured their mouth-watering plumpness in oils. We had them with yogurt, a healthier option than cream, after our dinner. Yum! I’ve picked a few more for breakfast this morning!