This year, I have found June to be the first and I feel possibly best month for yielding a passionate little firework of wild strawberries. June is, after all, the first month of summer, the one that blesses this magical season with fruity, soulful desserts and full-on glowing evenings.
It was quite a few years ago that we got our wild strawberry plant, so now I don’t know exactly what variety I have, but I do remember my amazement when I first tried a strawberry from it. They are the tiniest strawberries you can envision, very cute, and of the freshest, most innocent and joyful shade of red. They basically look like true fairy fruit. Given how tiny the fruit is, the flavour was especially startling. One of these little fruits tastes like the smell of a whole bottle of the finest strawberry fragrance. Though the size of a little gem, the dazzling flavour is somehow as immense in its sweet enchantment as the midsummer moon. The little strawberry, of course, goes quickly after touching your tongue, although you want to hold onto it dearly. But what lingers is a real sense of wonder.
For what you just tasted was a sweet poem of romance and magic. What you just discovered is that the most delicious candy has grown on a plant and that a perfect perfume has been fabricated in an alchemic fruit.