The produce drawer was full of old berries: withered, spotty and moldy in their plastic clam shells. Too many days gone. Past their appeal. Dying beauties. Another sacrifice to my work, busyness and distraction. Another item untended. Money wasted. Labor for naught. Summer waning.
The rescue effort was swift; Washed, sorted, sliced, into a pot. Pour water. Sprinkle sugar. Dash of cornstarch. Hea...