I just finished this season of American Gods, and it has really made me question my relationship with strawberries. I am an inveterate optimist when it comes to buying fruit at the grocery store, and inevitably some of my purchases end up rotten enough that I throw them out. Strawberries are the worst; they are cheap and attractive at the store so I buy a ton, but then they go bad in a few days even when kept in the fridge. For years I have been regularly throwing out at least a few strawberries each week. What dark, Fragarian god have I been nurturing with these sacrifices?