CREAM OF THE CROP
When berries are peaking, they rarely see the inside of my fridge. at the farmers’ market, I handle comparison shopping by buying twice what I can carry. Some are devoured on site: “mom, no one will know these even existed,” my younger son says as we shove blueberries into our mouths. The walk home is all shortcake fantasies and cobbler dreams, but as I unpack the containers, reality sets in. No baking today. Instead, I tumble raspberries and blackberries onto dishes, splash them with thick, cold heavy cream, and add a drizzle of maple syrup. We sit on the stoop and eat them just like this, a sweet and fleeting feast.—CARLA LALLI MUSIC
Eat Your Spinach
Run through a juicer, folded into party dip, or served…