I brake for roadside stands. I might not always stop, but I definitely slow down. Squash? Probably not. Juicy peaches? Definitely, especially if they're freestone. Strawberries and tomatoes? Look out - I'm coming over in your lane.
Yesterday I ran to the Rama (it has its own blog, for Pete's sake) to get a couple of things - and there was a stand in their parking lot. The strawberries were absolute perfection, and - wonder of wonders - I actually had cash on me.
I eat them without washing them. I mean, I eventually wash them when I get home, but I really prefer them hot from the stand, throwing the caps out the window of my SUV. Eating them straight out of the basket reminds me of summers at my Nana's house - she would try to teach me to cap them correctly, but I always cut off way too much. I have a very distinct memory of how the berries looked floating in water in her kitchen sink right before she cut them.
It's May, and strawberries are just the beginning. I'm pumped about fresh produce season!
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