The best strawberries in the world grow on the Olympic Peninsula right next to the ocean. It's a family tradition to go pick them every fourth of July. The boys had a blast running through the strawberry fields, stopping here and there to pick a few and throw them in the bowl. To celebrate the occasion, grandpa declared that we would eat fresh strawberry pie for lunch. Nobody argued, although I did give the boys salmon sandwiches and BBQ kettle chips too. For good measure. We have been making lovely gluten-free baked goods (pies, bread, cookies, etc.) with sorghum and millet flours, using recipes we adapted from this cookbook. Delish.
3 comments:
Yum!!! I so miss the days of picking fresh strawberries and black berries in Oregon!
Your comment about the best strawberries being from the Northwest by the ocean reminds me of the book Snow Falling on Cedars. Have you read it? I think you'd really like it. And the pie looks MARVELOUS! Glad you are all together and having fun.
That pie was sooo good, I could use another slice right now! See ya Wednesday!
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