May 11, 2007 10:54
Starting sometime in mid-June, and continuing until sometime in July, strawberry season hits the Maritimes. The strawberries grown here are small, roughly about the size of my fingertip to the first joint or smaller. The flavour of these berries is delightfully sweet and intense, their scent is orgasmic. They arrive daily at the market or local stores in two pint wooden baskets in the morning with the dew still on them, This is good because they have a shelf life of about one day, and believe me, they are tired looking and mushy, and starting to mould. Short though their season, and certainly less cosmetically perfect than the california variety, these strawberries are a delight to the tongue and the senses. "Strawberry Socials" blossom at nearly every church in the area.
A couple of weeks ago, with a yearning for something that tasted vaguely like a strawberry, I bought a pint plastic "clamshell" of Dole strawberries. Due to one thing and another, I never got around to eating most of them. This morning, I took the clamshell out of the fridge thinking I would have to send the remainder to the compost. Only one of them is starting to look dark and mushy, the rest look just about as pristine as I bought them TWO WEEKS AGO.
Granted, these is likely more flavour in the plastic "clamshell" than in those strawberries themselves. Most of them still look as if I bought them this morning.
hmmmmm.
imponderables,
foodology,
theatre of the absurd