Serving strawberries like this gives me a great deal of pleasure because it evokes so many memories. When I was a child, Aunt Laura took me strawberry picking with her. There is actually an art to finding and picking wild strawberries.
The easiest way to find wild strawberries is to look for wild flowers growing in a field. The second thing you may notice is a beautiful aroma. It is a mixture of flowers and strawberries.
When picking wild berries, be sure to remove the stem before putting the berries in your container. If you don’t, it will be nearly impossible to do so latter. A good sized wild strawberry is about the size of a grape. It doesn’t take long to fill your container.
June was the month for strawberry picking in Northern Maine. If we were lucky and had a good crop, we made strawberry jam to hold us over till next year.
When I was maybe 17 and had my license, Mom said my 93-year-old grandfather wanted me to take him strawberry picking. I was totally against the idea. He was old and frail looking. What if he died while picking strawberries I asked my mother? She told me to pick him up, put him in the car and take him home. That wasn’t too encouraging, but off I went with my grandfather.
I visited my grandfather and his wife regularly with my parents. My brother and I sit quietly in the corner and did not speak. I only knew my grandfather as an old man who sit in a rocking chair. Going berry picking with him was not an exciting thought.
He took me to his favorite strawberry field and left me. He disappeared. After I got over my initial panic, I found some berries close to the car and filled my container. I didn’t know what else to do. After a while, grandfather returned with two full containers of strawberries. He said he was ready to go home.
It has been a long time since I picked wild strawberries, but I have other memories.
When we lived back East, we often had the family over to our house for Sunday brunch. Our granddaughter, Violette, loves strawberries as much as I do. She was very young when she helped me arrange strawberries like the ones in the picture.
The berries are washed and the stems are kept on to be used for handles while eating. I place the wet berries on a dish towel and lightly sprinkle them with one packet of Truvia artificial sweetener. (I am sure any brand would do, but the amount is significant.)
I then place the berries, now covered with magical pixie dust, on the plate. When Violette was maybe five years old, she loved eating strawberries.
What magical memories do special foods have for you?
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