“My grandfather hated straw-
berries, so perishable, not like apples, pears,
quince, cherries, a strawberry ripening
is a strawberry close to rot.”
–Joyce Carol Oates
Beirut is heating up. In this hostile humidity, I’ve found that one of the best ways to cool down is to seek shade under a generous awning, and sip on a glass of fresh strawberry juice. This week-end, I tried the fresh strawberry juice at Food 101 in Hamra–and it was just the infusion of vitamin C and summer sweetness I was craving. As I savored each slow sip, I thought of a lovey piece by Joyce Carol Oates, called “Strawberries”–which you can read in full here.
