There it is. The first strawberry of the year. All the way from California, brought to life through the magic of hydroponics, or whatever the heck goes on inside those Oxnard greenhouses.
So beautiful, I thought, as I took it between my thumb and middle finger, turning it slowly. I knew it would taste like nothing, and it did. But it was nice to look at. While it lasted.
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