It's the first day of summer and I celebrated by picking up a flat of juicy, red strawberries at the local farmer's market. Those berries have now been transformed into a dozen delicious jars of jam. They're on the kitchen counter, waiting to be devoured by my family and anyone else who drops by. I always tell people that if I wasn't a writer, I would be a cook. Maybe not a restaurant cook, but a person who makes jam and pies to sell at the farmer's market. Mmm... Summer!
