I try to remember to give thanks for what's going right in my life. Stay out of the supermarket. When the growing season begins, I try to shop only at the local farmers' markets and farmstands. I love all the colors and textures and smells, the look and taste of food that was harvested just hours ago. I also like to thank the farmers for growing beautiful food, even though they're sometimes taken aback by my enthusiasm.
Nothing tastes like a ripe strawberry just picked from the plant.
To me, it is the flavor of seduction. Make a pie. Real pie, homemade pie, is a work of art and an act of love. Yes, more picnics. I'm lousy at this.