Ladies and Gents, behold : the wild strawberry.
At the risk of sounding quite corny, there's something thrilling about accidentally stumbling across wild food when you're not even looking for it. The berries seemed to catch my eye like small glistening rubies in an innocuous bit of tatty hedgerow at the base of a telegraph pole.
You have to be quite dainty when collecting them (not easy with my sausage-fingered hands) as they squash quite easily, but by crikey are they worth the effort. You can faff about making jam with or them or preserving them in syrup, but the connoisseur's way to eat them is to keep it simple, just with a dollop of cream. So that, dear readers, is what I did.
Granted, they were small, but much tastier than their cultivated cousins.
1 comment:
Hummm I have eaten some of them in the past.
You are right they are a lot testier than the one found in a supermarket.
The birds would know about them :)
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