I feel like most people belong to one of two fruit cliques.
You’re either a melon or a berry person.
Now, of course you can have people that love fruits in both buckets but I’ve generally found that you’ll see people picking apart a fruit salad at a cookout; either leaving melon or berries behind.
I’m a berry girl. Give me a bowl of strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries and I’m a happy camper.
My husband is belongs to the melon clique. He loves cantaloupe and watermelon.
We definitely compliment each other at those aforementioned cookouts!
This spring, we planted a garden in our backyard. Herbs for me, pepper plants for him, and I was able to sneak in a strawberry plant that the rabbits have thoroughly enjoyed gnawing down to stems every morning.
Realizing that Thumper won’t allow me to grow my own strawberries this year, I began seeking them out at our local farmer’s market. Have you ever seen anything look so good? (If you’re a melon person, don’t answer that question).
As homage to my new herb garden and the strawberries I’ll never grow, here’s a really delicious ice cream that made me lick the bowl insert to my ice cream maker.
And yes, I’m proud to admit that.