When I get on a kick, my thoughts and behavior border on compulsive, the topic of my current obsession permeating the far corners of my brain. Whether it's food, travel, or a crazy notion to refinish our dining table with faux cement. An idea, when I get a good one, is like a splinter, so tiny you have a hard time finding it, but just irritating enough that you can't relax until you've dealt with it. Although, I'd bet that my ideas, when fulfilled, are far more satisfying than splinters. So maybe that's a bad metaphor. Take eclairs, for example. Ever since the Challenge last month (when I realized they really weren't as hard as I had made them out to be), I haven't been able to stop thinking about the pillowy pastries, about rich chocolate glazes and about bright fruit fillings like strawberry, peach, passionfruit (speaking of, if I could find the darn stuff I'd be living in a passionfruit world right now, alas, it eludes me). Which brings us back to the next best thing, strawberry.

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