Fraises! Fraises! Fraises!

Our neighbors took us strawberry picking recently. It was a lot of fun, and we came home loaded down with eight litres of strawberries. Our neighbor's son enjoyed it the most, though. He spent his time there stuffing his face with strawberries and running between the strawberry patches shouting, "Fraises! Fraises! Fraises!" It was just as adorable as you might imagine.

When we got home, it was like Iron Chef. The secret ingredient? Strawberries! We made shortcake (of course), strawberry sangria, fruit salad with strawberries and plums, strawberry bread pudding, and brandied strawberries dipped in dark chocolate. We also froze about half of them to make tarts and jam. Oh, right. And we ate a bunch. For about 24 hours, my make-up was approximately one part self, two parts strawberries.