‘Tis the season when you can buy ripe red strawberries by the pound and not the sorrowful ounce! Picking your own is even better.

Last night for supper, I had a big bowl of strawberries. That’s it, garnished with a little blob of plain Greek yoghurt nestled on top. In strawberry season, there is nothing better and nothing more to covet. We’ve waited all year, and now all is good in the world. This is summer, and we’ll have fruits…