Strawberry-pocalypse

The first year I lived in Vancouver, my friend and I went blueberry picking (my first time ever) and I went a little nuts and came home with something like 40 pounds of blueberries. Which I proceeded to eat all of, over the course of a week. I almost od'ed on blueberries, so you would think I'd have learned my lesson. Last week, same friend and I went strawberry picking (my first time ever!) and....you guessed it. I came home with waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many strawberries. I've been eating a giant bowl of strawberries for breakfast all week, which is barely making a dent in my bounty. I hate to say it, but I'm starting to get tired of eating strawberries (I KNOW I'm going to regret saying this when the season is over and we're back to crappy imported fruit.)



Fortunately strawberries lend themselves to being cooked. I had some leftover puff pastry in the freezer (one of the perks of being a baker!) so I threw together these strawberry puff tarts. (Actually--they were meant to be turnovers, but I was um, having some shaping problems, so tarts to the rescue.) That used up oh...only a cup or so. Damnit.

I just made strawberry sorbet base, which is chilling in the fridge as I type, getting ready to be churned. That took care of a pound and a half...only another 5 pounds or so to go...