i ate a strawberry this morning that instantly took me back to my girlhood, to my grandma winkel's kitchen in fremont, california. her kitchen either smelled to me of orange rolls, or chicken noodle soup. she would always have strawberries in her fridge during strawberry season, and her favorite way to eat them was to dip them in sour cream, and then in to brown sugar. i remember skeptically trying her strawberry dip for the first time, but magically, it was delicioso!
i looked at the box of strawberries; why would this one remind me of my little girl days, and not just any strawberry? i decided it must be a california strawberry. sure enough, watsonville california.
i ate the berry slowly, and could almost taste grandma's warmth beside me. i wished i was 5 years old and sitting at the countertop in her kitchen, watching she and grandpa working their kitchen magic.
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