Recipe: Roasted Strawberries
Writing about strawberries in September seems unreal to me. When I was a kid, September meant corn. Cobs and cobs of hot corn slathered in butter. Strawberries ushered in the summer holidays. They didn’t close them.
Bake with abandon!
Writing about strawberries in September seems unreal to me. When I was a kid, September meant corn. Cobs and cobs of hot corn slathered in butter. Strawberries ushered in the summer holidays. They didn’t close them.
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Hang onto your harddrive, this is going to get a wee bit technical. I’m about to talk photography. If you’re here for a recipe and don’t know an f-stop from an f-bomb, grab a cookie from the TARDIS and poke about the archives. If you …