At my local farmers' market this early spring I bought a borage plant. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do with it, but for $2.50 I figured I'd give it a go - the owner of the herb farm said that it went well in salads (it has a taste reminiscent of cucumber). Well, the wonders of the internet revealed to me another use for the unusual herb: Pimm's cups. I had served these wonderful beverages at my friend M's 30th birthday in March and had a little Pimm's left in the fridge. Last night M came over (to take home one of my renegade strawberry plants that was growing outside of my garden plot) and we enjoyed a Pimm's cup with borage as an ode to the coming of summer.
The borage plant is incidentally planted within my strawberry patch. The literature said they were a good pairing (something about bees I think). Now that the netting is on my patch I scouted the patch early this morning for some berrys without beak marks. Four were ready for picking and I enjoyed them alongside my morning coffee. There are some promising berries I hope will be ready for harvest tomorrow. I always have high hopes that I'll collect enough berries and make something like jam or a pie or something. I always eat them before they can make it to a formal recipe. I just can't help myself.