Comments on: Wild Strawberries

By: Lou

Lou — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 16:58:55 +0000

I fully agree with you MM! My first experience in Quebec were those unforgetable July wild strawberry “hunting” since only the one with the experienced eye would know where they grow. I’ve been everywhere with my neigbours with my little paper box to pick them but was ecstatic to learn that an old neighbour had them in his own front lawn! He let them grow instead of grass and mowed them down after the season is over. It looked like it was a good thing for the wild berries because year after year, they came out strong and numerous! I was so addicted to them that I tried growing an Alpine type (from Stokes Seed Co.) called Alexander, which was excellent, bigger (well twice the size of the wild ones) and have no runners. I still recall the breakfast of crepe filled with fraise et rhubarb confiture and whipped cream. C’est un dÃ©lice sublime!

By: Bob

Bob — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 04:39:04 +0000

When I was a kid, living in Oregon, in the USA, I had a summer job picking strawberries at a local farm. You were allowed to eat all the berries you wanted, but only got paid for the ones that you picked and turned in to be sold.

The first day, it was a feast of strawberries. Not many people were turning in the berries, most people just ate them. After a few hours, though… it got to the point that if you ever ate a strawberry again it would be too soon! With all the berries sitting right in front of you, all you had to do was pick them and eat… it certainly wasn’t a calorie burning experience! Until day 2. Ha ha….

Ah, those were the days.

By: Apicio

Apicio — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 01:21:04 +0000

A friend who lived in the cottage country in northern Ontario gave me a Gerber baby food jar of wild strawberry jam thirty-three years ago and I can still recall the sweet intensity of the flavour today. If the GM scientists can inject even a tiny portion of this quality into commercial strawberries, I too shall not hesitate to kneel and worship at their altar.