It's Friday. It's noon-ish. I should probably be working on something, like my reel... But no, it's time to make a strawberry clafoutis!
I went to the Atwater Farmer's Market many days ago now and was taken in by the lurid siren song of the strawberries. It's February and anyone with any common sense knows that strawbs are a summer treat. Temporal disconnect aside I couldn't help myself in that Sunday-morning-pre-strong-tea-and-milk moment. I was at a Farmer's Market after all... Could they have been shipped in from Mexico? I banished the thought. Judge me all you like. They smelled good, I sampled one - sweet strawberry-ness. Pure June. I bought a 3-pack.
I have been eating strawberries for days. Strawberries with aged Gouda. Strawberries with ricotta. Strawberries with Russian yogurt. They were tart and sweet and juicy and lovely. I have one box left. I am almost strawberried-out, god help me.
So strawberry clafoutis it is. Part custard, part cake, all deliciousness.
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