So i made strawberry compote for the first time today.
And though i had intended to pour it generously over French Toast, i ended up devouring it one teaspoon after another.
The freshness of the strawberries and the zest of the lemon is just perfect for an evening of solitude when sharing is an absolute no-no.
What happened to the French Toast? It has to wait to be made another day, and written about in another post.