“Fashionably late” has always been a life style that my wife and I have truly embraced. So when she walked in the house carrying a full flat (read: 8 quarts!!) of red ripe strawberries 30min before we’re supposed to leave on vacation, how could I be mad? I was conflicted at best; part “what the *&%!” and part “that is going to taste unbelievable”.
Probably not surprising, but my stomach prevailed over my need to be punctual and I sided with “delicious” and we were late yet again. I doubt any of our friends will remember the annoyance of a few extra minutes of wait when we’re plying them with fresh strawberry jam or summer sweet strawberry sauce in December.