Hmmm. What’ll we be having for dessert?
My favorite variety, la Gariguette, has arrived in the Paris markets today. The sweetest, the most succulent, the most strawberry-perfumiest. And they’re juicy red through and through.
As I taste the first one, fond memories are unveiled of mornings spent hand-picking fresh ones with Mom, sun-ripened, in the farmers’ vast fields back home. Probably in June.
In those days, the price was ridiculously low (self-service), and I could still crouch down on my knees and get back up easily. We’d fill the car trunk with several pints.
And of course you would nibble as you pick… So I had to nibble one just now.