Sunday Night Check-In: Strawberries, WildFlowers and Friends


I feel like I’m in a slow flow energy this weekend. It’s not a bad thing. In fact, I kind of like that type of weekend. I ate pretty healthy Friday and Saturday, had lots of time with friends and even had a few hours out in nature. A late evening phone call with one of my best gal pals in Michigan was the cherry on top. Although I can’t say I’m happy tomorrow is Monday, I’m quite satisfied with the fare from my weekend.

Friday night I cooked loads of veggies for the weekend and the first part of next week. The Farmer’s Market at the main library is now open on Tuesdays again, so I loaded up with some beautiful spinach, strawberries and beets. I stopped by Trader’s Joe’s on the way home Friday and got my dairy products, some snacks and other essentials. I hunkered down for the evening, turned on some yoga music and chopped, roasted and sauteed all kinds of yummy green good-for-me things.

I roasted carrots and onions and made a spinach and sweet potato soup….

A group of us met Saturday morning for the drive over to Kisatchie National Forest to hike the Wild Azalea Trail. The trail barely resembled the trail we hiked between Christmas and New Year’s. While the rains had pretty much destroyed the azalea blooms, the dogwood trees were blooming and the forest was alive with a thousand shades of green. We saw only about a dozen wild azalea blooms, so I guess I’ll have to try again next year for the real show. Wildflowers stole the show and ferns of all types carpeted the forest floor beneath the pines that towered above us this winter. It was just beautiful, and it was a perfect spring day to explore the area.


On the way home I bought strawberries from a roadside stand – way more than I can ever eat – but I aim to try to eat them all. I made a smoothie last night for dessert and another one this morning for breakfast. As soon as I’m done here, I’ll be eating another bowl. These strawberries bear no resemblance to the white, pithy things they call strawberries in the major grocery stores.


My grandfather grew strawberries like these when I was a girl, and we ate them in a million different ways for the month or so that they were available. Mawmaw would bring over strawberry shortcakes; Momma would make strawberrie pie. We’d eat them straight off the stem or chop them, soak them in sugar and eat them for dessert. By the time it was over, I was so sick of strawberries, I thought I’d never want to eat another one. That’s exactly the way I like to eat them now….until I’m completely sick of them. It may cost me a small fortune these days. The Strawberry Festival is next weekend. I’m noodling whether or not I’d like to go. I’ve actually never been.

Wildflowers (and flower look alikes) on the Wild Azalea Trail….

I drove out to my sister Susan’s house today and had a belated bowl of Easter crawfish bisque. It was delicious, and we had a nice visit swinging under the shade tree in their backyard. I came back to Baton Rouge and met Katherine for dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. We caught up on our adventures of the last few weeks and upcoming hiking plans amid chips, salsa and guacamole.

The weekend unfolded seamlessly with one event finishing just in time for another one to start. Some weekends I have to fit everything in or cut things short, but not this weekend. Everything flowed effortlessly into the other. Although I was busy, I didn’t feel hurried, and I feel pretty rested for the week. I have my facial with Lisa this week and a lunch soiree with my Watson childhood girlfriends. It’s shaping up to look like a pretty good week. We’ll have to wait and see how it all unfolds.

Y’all have a good week now … and if you have any ideas for strawberries, let me know! I have a bunch to eat… and, NO, I’m not giving you any. 🙂

2 Comments on “Sunday Night Check-In: Strawberries, WildFlowers and Friends

  1. Hi, Sharon — glad you had such a great weekend! I made strawberries with balsamic this weekend. There are plenty of recipes out there, but it’s basically a tablespoon or two of a really good balsamic, a tablespoon or so of sugar, and a grind or two of fresh black pepper. Let them sit for 30 minutes to an hour and enjoy with ice cream or just plain

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