Strawberry

They went to pick strawberries today.

Communication is a kind of beauty, he said – and “beauty manifests itself from the noun itself, without strawberries on the cake.”

Is there a sweeter time of year than strawberry season? As soon as the trees start bursting into pink buds, the first strawberries can’t be far behind at the farmers market.

She has the best strawberry patch I've ever seen.

He told his father, and said it would be just suitable work for him to run about fields and woods amongst the strawberry hills after a flock of hares, and now and then lie down and take a nap on some sunny hill.

strawberry marks

I have stretch marks and strawberry legs [follicles or blocked pores that appear as black dots]^([sic]); discoloration all over my body.

Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick / Strawberry, just look and you'll see her

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I'm makin mo' deals than a strawberry might I'll lick your clit, if you suck my pipe

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When Barey decided in 2020 to pursue porn full-time, she did not imagine that at 28 she would spend more time hunched over a desk – not in the fun way – making flow charts, scheduling Zoom calls, and sending pitch decks. “I’m at my happiest when I’m making a video like putting a strawberry in my butt and pushing it out,” she says. “Now I’m on calls all day and I have tech neck.”

I'd like a large strawberry shake.

We sing you a song of the strawberriest Strawberry Ice Cream on earth.

At any rate, you will agree with me that this is the “strawberriest tastin’ ” pie that you’ve ever tasted.

Sixty seconds of boiling, and you’ll be admiring the strawberriest strawberry jam you ever tasted.

Fraser Recorded in Scotland in mid-1100s as de Frisselle, de Freseliere, de Fresel, as if from a place in France, and Sir Simon F— (executed 1306) is referred to as Simond Frysel; first element ?‘ash tree’ of, the –er ?to make it ‘strawberrier’ – a pun on the three silver cinquefoils or fraises in their armorials.

With at least 26 berries like these in every jar like this, how must Kraft Pure Strawberry Preserves taste? The strawberriest best!

And your strawberry ice cream can be the strawberriest and your peach ice cream the peachiest.

lessons exist because frozen strawberries in store are easier to pick but wild strawberries taste strawberrier.

My strawberriest of strawberry sauces was simply strawberries, whirred until chunky in the blender, then spooned over vanilla ice cream (or, in this case, low-fat ice milk).

Now Jell-O® Strawberry Flavor Gelatin tastes even Strawberrier.

When used to sweeten out-of-season California strawberries, the berries are not only sweeter but “strawberrier,” with a flavor more like home-grown or field-ripened fruit.

Kiwi, Kiwi, chirping bright / In the forests of the night / Only a Kiwi could be merrier / About shortcake so strawberrier!

It occurred to me when I was last making the strawberries in dark syrup from How to Eat that there was no reason why I couldn’t use the balsamic vinegar – which provides the darkness and really does seem to make the strawberries strawberrier – when making jam.

It’s the strawberriest shortcake ever.

Down leaped Ron and milked the frothiest, fruitiest, strawberriest milkshake anybody had ever tasted.

“The strawberriest ice cream I have ever tasted!” was the verdict of my daughter Lindsay.

Mind you, I have to admit they were three of the strawberriest looking strawberries I have ever seen.

It was the strawberriest strawberry ever.

HANNAH SAYS: “Wow, these are incredibly juicy. These are the strawberriest things in the world. They’re more strawberry[-]ish than actual strawberries. They’re incredible!”

Right now, strawberries are their strawberriest.

The strawberry lipstick matched his outfit.

They are, at once, beautiful and curious, with their translucent white skin and strawberriest blond hair, looking like a group of Wagner’s Valkyrie lost in a Puccini opera.

We strawberried in Michigan woods with our fat nanny, and in spring we gathered sand dollars on Daytona, passed smiling into Kodachrome.

My hips and elbows were strawberrying painfully.