I cannot believe that it is already about two weeks into strawberry season and I haven’t rhapsodized about strawberries yet. In my opinion, this is one of the greatest times of the year. I feast on these magical berries daily at this time of the year and if I want strawberry shortcake twice a day, say, for breakfast and again for dinner? This is perfectly acceptable during strawberry season, encouraged even. I just finished eating a bowl of macerated strawberries with cream. One of my favourite treats at this time of year!
The town that I live in is graced with strawberries, liberally peppered with the wild variety. When I was a child I ferried these teensy delights from their cute little vine directly to my mouth, next to the lion sculpture, under the crabapple tree, on the waterfront.
Over the duration of the spring, I watched the little leaves and vines and flowers emerge and develop with anticipation. The time is now and I found a big patch near the fallow garden. This morning, chilly, damp and grey, with an impatient cattle dog in tow, I picked wild strawberries. These will go into the freezer to be used for a tasting event I will be hosting in October.
