For the longest time growing up I always scoffed when my mom said we’d be having gyros for dinner. I was grossed out by the meat and never knew what the sauce was made of but decided against it never the less. I even wrinkled my nose at the name. GEER-OHS?
Chet and I went for our annual strawberry pick at Porter’s Patch this past weekend. I think the late spring yielded a smaller berry than in past years, but their flavor was still delicious! Normally we turn our picked strawberries into jam, but we have so much left