It is that season. Strawberries are very tasty here. As good as locally picked ones in America. In the US, years ago, I used to travel for work. I would go to Chadbourn, North Carolina, it is near the North and South Carolina border. Many years before that, when trains moved a lot of goods, Chadbourn was a growing/packing/distribution point for strawberries. Very good strawberries are still grown there. So when I used to travel there every week, I would spread the word the night before (this was so long ago, it was before email. So I had to use a phone or walk around the neighborhood, dropping in, having a drink, mentioning I would be in Chadbourn tomorrow. Strawberries?). The next morning, off to my day of work in Chadbourn. Work finished, just before leaving, I would swing by the strawberry market. Bringing back to Wilmington 5 to 10 flats of strawberries that my neighbors would drop by and greedily pick up. I drove a step van and the smell of all those berries was so strong and tempting that I would have to close the door between the cargo area and the cab to get the strawberries home without me polishing off a quart of them during the 2 hour ride.
I think about those long ago days when I pick up a carton of strawberries in the Esselunga and give a deep long sniff before putting them in my cart. These are not even the top of the line berries yet they are every bit as good as the ones I used to get from the former ‘Strawberry Capital of the World’. Hope you have enjoyed some good berries this year too.
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