There is a certain kind of joy that only strawberry season can bring. It starts quietly enough, with a few berries ripening in the garden, bright red beneath the leaves. Then, almost overnight, there they are by the quart—sweet, sun-warmed, and ready faster than we can seem to pick them. The bowls begin to fill. The kitchen counter disappears beneath baskets and colanders. Someone wanders through and steals “just one,” which becomes three, because strawberry season has its ow
