Food memories

Just immersed myself in something I haven't eaten since I was three years old. My grandmother had some strawberry plants, and when we visited my sister and I would go into the back yard first thing in the morning, when there was still dew on the plants, and pick a bunch of them.

Grandma would bring us the sugar bowl, and we would dip the fresh strawberries into the sugar and wolf them down like the candy they were. What an amazing memory.

Sometimes gluten free brings me closer to the innocent little kid I once was. Tonight is one of those times.