Why Strawberries in Paris?

To say I was disappointed is an understatement.

Today's breakfast consisted of a banana, blackberries and strawberries.  

Good you say? What could possibly be disappointing about fruit?  

Not complaining (too late) but my banana was slightly brown. OK it was partially peeled open and full of brown spots, and well blackberries, they are tart in general, but strawberries..strawberries are supposed to be sweet. 

Red, Ripe, Juicy and SWEET.  

Earlier this year while wandering (possibly lost) on the streets of Paris, we stopped at a local market and brought a batch of strawberries.  

They were small, red, ripe, juicy, sweet-AWESOMENESS!! 

I kid you not, these were the absolute best strawberries I have ever had.  Obviously they would be the last.  Since returning home, I have not had any strawberries that tasted remotely like the ones in Paris. Not saying there aren't any out there, its just that I haven't found them. Each time I buy strawberries I expect, no,,,want them to taste like the ones in Paris, but it hasn't happened. Yet. 

That being said, there are moments in life that only happen once.  They bring you joy and contentment, you feel satisfied that in that moment life is good, life is sweet, life is what it should be. 

So in honor of that day I have named my new blog "Strawberries In Paris", cause really isn't that what life is all about.