It only happens once a year. In Massachusetts that usually means fourth of July weekend. Sometimes it’s a little sooner, sometimes it’s a tiny bit later. Occasionally the rain squirrels things up. Sometimes the weather is too hot or too cold. If things go well though there is a tiny window of agricultural overlap when local strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries are all available at the same time. It’s like the food planets and stars have aligned to create this once a year happening I call the Holy Trinity of Fruit weekend. Blink and you miss it. Sleep too late and everyone else will have beaten you to the farmer’s market. You have to be paying attention and be quick. If you are you will be rewarded. My bonus for waking up with the birds (and doing the dump run) is that not only did I score the holy trinity of fruit, but I also scooped up the last two boxes of black raspberries. Delicious!!!
Post Script: After reading my post a few people have mentioned to me Roz Chast’s cartoon from the New Yorker last week–The Holy Trinity of Food. Perhaps I need one of those triptych too!