Last weekend in Nevada, we had a big bbq for Casey's birthday. There were big, bright, beautiful strawberries on the table. Usually *big* strawberries = pretty -but tasteless- strawberries. Not these! They were amazing! I couldn't wait to find out where they were from. They were grown in California (naturally) but shipped in by Costco. Ok. So on Monday when I get back, I have to drag Meredith down to Costo, because she is my "friend with a Costco card". I have a plan. Those strawberries stayed on my mind all the way back to Idaho. That's 5 hours, people.
Monday night, Meredith and I drove straight to Costco after work. Walk to the back -oh wait, look at those muffins, those look good... -oh! and look at the grapes, those look good... ok, back on track, let's get to the strawberries. So we looked. And looked. And looked. No. Strawberries. Anywhere. I was one sad girl that night. Oh well, I guess I'll make up for the strawberry-loss with asparagus, grapes, watermelon, romaine, snap peas, tomatoes, salmon burgers, and potstickers (mmm... potstickers!). Oh yeah, and vanilla ice cream. Gotta have that. It helped, but I was still very sad about my strawberry-less-ness.
Tuesday afternoon, I got a text from Meredith. Karla got you strawberries from Costco. Karla is Meredith's co-worker. Her amazing, wonderful, thoughtful, kind coworker. To whom I am eternally grateful. She happened to go to Costco at lunchtime the day after we were there, and voila! there were strawberries. And she got some just for me.