RecipeMuncher

For me, Summer doesn’t officially start with the last day of school, or the day the municipal pools open, not even when the sun has shined for one whole week in a row. No, for me, Summer officially starts when we go to the farmer’s market and half the stalls there are filled with baskets full of the plumpest, juiciest, reddest local strawberries. Ah, Québec strawberries, how I love those little jewels! We usually eat most of them strait out of the basket, unadulterated, no sugar, no (...)