There isn’t a lot that is better than strawberry season. It means the weather is probably getting consistently warmer, school is almost done for the summer and , of course, strawberries suddenly taste AWESOME.
My Mom use to take my sisters and me down to Granville Island where we would buy a big container of strawberries, eat them all for lunch while we fed the birds our donuts and then go back to buy more to take home with us.
Hollandaise still gives me anxiety. It takes me back to cooking school when it was always part of the practical exam and later to high end restaurants, where we had to keep it warm, but not too warm or it would split and you’d have to make it again mid-service, which was far from ideal. High food cost, chef scowls, rapid heartbeats -hollandaise-fear was a real thing, even once it became second nature. I still have hollandaise-mares.
My version of it is much more laid back, and frankly, suits my personality way better. It is totally plant-based, no eggs betting against you, and your biggest stressor will be adding the acids in time to the avocado once you cut it open so that it doesn’t oxidize. That’s not really stress though, just life.
