Sugar on Our Strawberries

Sugar in the City

"Here's to sugar on your strawberries" is one of our favorite toasts.  Burt Lancaster's tragic character makes the toast in The Swimmer, an amazing, thought-provoking film.  Somehow, it stuck with us.  The movie is based on a short story written by John Cheever.   In general we don't like short stories, but this is the exception to our rule.  If you haven't read it you should.   Here's how it starts:

"It was one of those midsummer Sundays when everyone sits around saying, “I drank too much last night.” You might have heard it whispered by the parishioners leaving church, heard it from the lips of the priest himself, struggling with his cassock in the vestiarium, heard it from the golf links and the tennis courts, heard it from the wildlife preserve where the leader of the Audubon group was suffering from a terrible hangover..."

 CLICK HERE TO READ JOHN CHEEVER'S THE SWIMMER.

Now, you may ask yourself, how did I get on this jag.  It's quite simple, I was trying to decide whether I should post a lovely pic of the strawberry pot sitting on our back patio or one of Roxie's pup Sugar that was texted to us by her new family from Chicago (you may know Rachel from previous posts).   So what should it be?  Sugar?   Strawberries?  Sugar?  Strawberries?

And into our tiny wee little brains Sugar on Our Strawberries crept in.   Yes.  Why Not?   The best of everything.  Sugar and Strawberries!  That's what we're wishing when we make that toast, the best of everything to you.  Here's to sugar on your strawberries!

And, oh yes, the strawberry pot