Strawberries
Kathleen was in Maine for a long weekend. She came home yesterday with a tub of fresh strawberries from Shipman's Market on Route 302. It was too late, when we finally got round to dinner, to make dinner, much less to whip up some cream for strawberry shortcake (Kathleen brought some biscuits, too), so after our cheese omelettes and English muffins we simply picked the berries out of the bowl. The hulls were minuscule, which was very nice, but the main thing is that the strawberries tasted like strawberries! They were heaven. I have learned that you can simulate the taste of strawberries by macerating supermarket (or even upmarket) berries, the great big things from far away, in Cointreau and a sprinkle of sugar. But it is a simulation, not the real thing at all.
Kathleen also brought home some of the hilarious but frightening questions that her old camp friend Ellen Edersheim, now a Park Ranger in New Hampshire, fields from querulous visitors.
* When do the deer turn into moose?
* How do the moose know where the moose crossings are?
* "Where are the moose? I've been parked at this moose crossing for half an hour! You should take that sign down - it's false advertising!"
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One of the lovely things about Paris is that the strawberries -- like most of the produce -- are always real, and fantastic.
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July 20, 2005 09:47 AM
Come down South and I'll show you strawberries.
Also, being completely honest, I have to say I would probably ask Ellen to take down the signs that say moose crossing as well... Sometimes I do find it's false advertising! I have only once seen a moose in New Hampshire. And I looked!
Posted by: Ms. NOLA | July 20, 2005 04:25 PM
Strawberries, yes, real ones, we'll be picking them soon here. Last year we organized a posse of the eleven year old's associates and descended on the local pick your own patch. One dollar for each quart basket, amazing how fast short people can pick twenty dollars worth.
The moose comments track right along with my experiences as the junior salesman in South Texas running the deer lease each year outside Laredo, 'Yes maam, it's your deer, just let me get my saddle off it.'
Posted by: George | July 22, 2005 12:04 AM
I, one of your slower-witted readers, was also once unable to comprehend how moose identified designated road-crossing areas. I am not proud of it, but there it is.
Posted by: Jenn | July 22, 2005 11:21 PM