I always try to catch that first elusive taste of an English strawberry. It's so subtle, vanishing as it melts in your mouth. These tiny little berries pack a small explosion of it - and you have another and another...until the whole punnet is gone. Even better go out to the all-you-can-pick place on the old Roman Road and get them fresh off the plant in the benign English sun or drenched from the quiet rain.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
First strawberries of summer
I always try to catch that first elusive taste of an English strawberry. It's so subtle, vanishing as it melts in your mouth. These tiny little berries pack a small explosion of it - and you have another and another...until the whole punnet is gone. Even better go out to the all-you-can-pick place on the old Roman Road and get them fresh off the plant in the benign English sun or drenched from the quiet rain.
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This is turning into a food blog. :-P The pic looks soo lurvely (as Eliza Doolittle would say).
The strawberries look almost perfect!
Mr G was anxious to have his breakfast and i said, no, you have to take picture first! Aiyah, maybe I am turning into a bit of a foodblogger! There are worse things, right?
Your strawberries look fresh. I was told the local Oregon strawberries are sweeter than California strawberries. I need to buy some from local Farmer's Market and compare it myself.
p/s My kids all now know, Mommie has to take photos before they can start eating.
Wonder how an English strawberry tastes, compared to the ones in US-California. Hmmm....
These english ones somehow seem distinctly different to me, it is not only the sweetness, but the aroma and the melt-in-mouthness texture of them which is unusual.
I lived in the States for a while, though not on the West coast, and the strawberries seemed no different! Local is always better though - airmiles and sitting around in warehouses to awful things to food. Sorry, on soapbox!!
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