The berry bowl is, simply put, a colander that’s pretty enough to go from sink to table.

I’ve been infatuated with this little white berry bowl that I bought years ago and that I’ve managed to keep with me despite all of the moves. Seems like with every big pack-up and un-pack, one of my first thoughts is: where’s the berry bowl?

When the berries finally make their appearance, especially in years like this one when the “real winter” we had seems to mean “no real summer,” I have to buy a lot of them at the farmer’s market so that I can feel free to eat as many as I can get in my mouth while walking around, and then save some to enjoy in the berry bowl. That’s an instance where I put the berries, bowl and all, right in the fridge so they smile at me for the few hours that they last in there. I don’t wash berries until just before serving them, so they’ll stay plump and solid.

My berry bowl is nothing fancy; it’s plastic, light weight, and cost just a few dollars. I wish it was still for sale at Anthropologie, but I found this one that has a similar look. There’s more here, and here too.

Are the strawberries out where you live? My friends around here will wonder where I procured such profusion, such berry abundance. No, it wasn’t up north. It was south in Chicago last weekend, but they say ours are on their way, so hold on to your hat (or berry bowl)!

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