<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Strawberry on Kitchen3N</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/tags/strawberry/</link><description>Recent content in Strawberry on Kitchen3N</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kitchen3n.com/tags/strawberry/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Meyer Lemon Strawberry Lemonade</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-08-27-meyer-lemon-strawberry-lemonade/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-08-27-meyer-lemon-strawberry-lemonade/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/img_47241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1609" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/img_4823.jpg?w=660" alt="Meyer Lemon Strawberry Lemonade" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve come a long way from the days of squeezing limes into a tall pitcher of water, and stirring in sugar until it dissolves. And stirring and stirring and stirring&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Lemon/limeades were usually reserved for Ramadan in my household. That meant we whipped up batches of the stuff without being able to taste it (since we were fasting) and without sticking to any sort of recipe (my mother never owned a recipe book). The results ran the gamut from mouth puckeringly tart to gaggingly sweet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Strawberry Rhubarb Hand Pies</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-05-18-strawberry-rhubarb-hand-pies/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-05-18-strawberry-rhubarb-hand-pies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/img_4486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1473" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/img_4519.jpg?w=660" alt="Strawberry Rhubarb Hand Pies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave into peer pressure, guys. When the first ramps popped up in my instagram feed, I rushed to the Union Square Green Market to pick some up. Not too long after, I picked up some rhubarb without much idea about what I was going to do with it. I am all about eating seasonal foods, local, humane, natural, sustainable, etc. But sometimes the thing that&amp;rsquo;s in season isn&amp;rsquo;t exactly worth all the hype. Ramps are great and all. If you are less familiar with them, they are a green leafy vegetable available for a few short weeks in spring. They are sold leaves, stalk, bulb and all and have a lovely mild onion flavor. I loved them first time I used them, as a topping on my homemade pizza. More recently, I chopped them up and stewed them with some tomatoes. I even bought a ramp pesto that works wonders on a tomato mozzarella panino.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>