As soon as I was done painting, I ate my model. Posing deliciously for me, that strawberry had it coming. I love strawberries and buy them at the farmer’s market nearly every week. The California strawberries that get shipped around the country, particularly in the winter, may not taste all that great by the time they cross the country. The problem is they are not all that ripe when they head east. But here, they are local, picked a few days before in Gilroy or Watsonville and sent up to the City. But even our winter strawberries are teasing us. Tricking us to think it’s summer. They’re good, but nothing like the candy-like berries that will arrive in a few months when it warms up.
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