I got two quarts of whole strawberries from the CSA fruit share this past week, which kept me busy. 

I made jam too, for the first time, which ended up a little runnier than actual jam and more like sauce, but tasted amazing and made the house smell like heaven. Apparently I need to work on my technique.

Then I spent a surprising amount of time in Queens, where I found this: 

And rode the bus with some teenage boys who told us all about their friend and his female romantic companions, and the bacterial infections they now share. 

Which made me thirsty. I had a fantasy walking back home of leaving the glamorous world of arts administration and moving to the country and starting a bakery/residency program. 

And then I got back to work.