We grow strawberries in our container garden, and while there’s definitely a pride that comes along with eating something you grow yourself, there’s just no way in a New York City apartment to grow strawberries in sufficient quantity to ever be satisfied with the yield. Maybe in Queens. Like if you had one of those places with a big yard. But we already own the brooklynsupper domain, so we’re stuck here with our meager strawberry harvest for the present. But that’s ok, because strawberry season is in full swing at New York farmer’s markets, the first of the big three of summer produce (tomatoes and corn are the other two) to hit the stands, so we can still load up.