I have to visit the local farmers’ market each Saturday to supplement my strawberry stash. My habit is severe. The market berries are used to chop into a fruit salad throughout the week. The berries I grow are lucky to make it out of the garden. If they do, they’re sliced up onto my Cheerios. Now just because I use soy milk please don’t think I’m a Birkenstock wearing hippy. Wait. I wear Birkenstocks on occasion. Whoa.