Can Strawberries be an addiction?

I went to the farmer's market in Arlington on my way to the farm on Saturday. And even though I said last week that I felt like I'd made good use of strawberry season, seeing the last of those really red ripe berries, I couldn't help myself. I bought 3 quarts (yeah, I know - that's a lot) plus a pint of raspberries to have with my yogurt this week.

I knew I didn't want to get into another round of jam making, so I made strawberry muffins, strawberry sour cream ice cream, strawberry-walnut bread, and ate a bunch of strawberries including with my yogurt for two days before switching to raspberries. Which was good before I went hiking on Sunday up in Seneca Park.

I've been giving the muffins away in my office because I'm eating the strawberry-walnut bread and not the muffins - that's made me pretty popular. And the ice cream is still in my freezer, but that will be really good later this week (I think this is the longest it's lasted.)

Okay, now I'm ready for strawberry season to be over. (We'll see if that's still true when I get to the farmer's market on Saturday.)