The calendar says spring, temperatures a few days ago screamed summer and last Thursday it was snowing all day. Wonky weather messes with my eating habits, big time. Heck, last week I made a pot of chili with pumpkin cornbread because I was stinkin’ cold. Over the weekend, we grilled chicken and fish; sitting out in the yard with the fire pit burning and grandkiddos running around like little maniacs.
My conundrum: what I eat is usually dictated by the season; not only the temperature, but what happens to be available. Recently, horror of horrors, I succumbed to purchasing a pint of strawberries. They looked all sweet and inviting sitting in their scrub green cardboard container, emitting lovely strawberry aromas. Sadly, those would-be red garnets were flavor-boring and hence, disappointing. Continue reading