I love strawberries.

In spite of being in bed for the last few days - vomiting, fever, with diarrhea and barely being able to leave my bed - I decided to head to the Festival de Morango yesterday. What can I say ... I have my weaknesses!

I knew that I couldn't eat much, so I had to decide well. Nil and I took a stroll through the fairgrounds, checking everything out. There were sausages on a stick ... sandwiches with chopped beef, pork and chicken and salsa ... mini pizzas ... natural fruit juices ... and everything you could possibly do to a strawberry. Strawberry kebabs, chocolate and brigadeiro covered strawberries, candied strawberries, strawberries and chantilly sauce, strawberry stroganoff, strawberry ice cream, strawberry crepes ... ahhh, heaven. I had to choose wisely, because I knew that no matter what I ate, it wasn't going to be on the list of things my sister said I should be eating to get over my bout with the stomach bug (bread, rice, bananas and Gatorade).

All I can say is that I chose the things that I would regret not eating. :o)

I thank God for strawberries.