As for seeing a strawberry up close in a field? I may have to go back to an age under ten, when my mom and I went to pick strawberries (Don't worry Dan Savage, you have the penultimate fabulous son-mother relationship).
You're too kind disintegrator. I still don't know what it means. Egad, the temptation to flip through the dictionary gnaws at me. That's a tenet of Scientology, right?
Bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. Nobody can resist that shit.