so seemingly small,
to the whole universe
as tiny whispers
like the sounds
of butterfly wings,
and the clear voice
of the living truth.
Here's a refreshing and simple recipe that will start the day on a high note—strawberries! The berries are perfect as they are, cut into bite size pieces, or eaten whole. We enjoy eating them this way, or sprinkled on top of a sensuously delicious and surprisingly filling fruit soup—which is perfect for breakfast, a light meal, snack, or dessert.
Strawberry Fruit Soup
Ingredients:Makes 2 servings as a meal, or 4 dessert servings
1/2 medium-sized pineapple
2 small golden mangoes
1 cup fresh strawberries
1-2 ripe bananas
Directions:Remove outer rind from pineapple, and remove tough inner core. Cut pineapple into bite-sized chunks.
Peel skins off mangos. Cut mango flesh away from the large pit.
Put pineapple and mango pieces into blender. Blend until completely smooth. Pulse to get it going. (Don't add any water.)
This will make a very thick soup, almost like pudding.
Pour soup into bowls. Slice fruit on top. Serve at room temperature, or chill. Enjoy!
A note about strawberries: Make sure you buy organic strawberries—commercial varieties are on the top twelve foods to avoid because they are laden with pesticides. We were shocked to learn that there are up to thirty-seven different pesticides sprayed on strawberries, as well as chemicals that force the berries to grow extra-large. So don't be fooled—choose smaller, immensely flavorful, organic varieties. This is food to eat and enjoy with total peace of mind, and the body will thank you!
A Little Story:
Today at the farmers market when we arrived, we saw a woman carrying two cartons of gorgeous looking strawberries. They literally lit up the space and we wondered where she had found them. We quickly scanned all the booths, but alas, no fresh organic strawberries were to be found.
Sometimes I wonder, what is it about strawberries that brings such joy? Certainly their color jumps out at us with a blatant rosy-red hue of late spring, now unfolding into a summer that is on the threshold of arrival. The perfumed taste is like no other, and the hundreds of tiny seeds which proliferate with ease, shout life, life! In these intoxicating warming days on the island, with air so sweet and blowing straight off the sea, strawberries seem to be a quintessential fruit.
This charming poem by Robert Graves speaks of wild strawberries, a rare treat! Someday we would love to find some in a green and woodsy place by a grassy stream—that would be pure joy!
Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
No need for bowl or silver spoon,
Sugar or spice or cream,
Has the wild berry plucked in June
Beside the trickling stream.