I love Strawberries. Glorious reddy pink orbs of joy. Have them naked or dress them with cream. Toss them into a salad and they somehow lift the whole thing. A little black pepper brings out the flavour of the strawberrry which in turn brings out the flavour of the good champagne. I’ve taken up watercolour painting and could not resist the strawberry…

Slice them and wrap them in the warmth of a crepe at breakfast and feel the summer around the corner. Crush some and let them sit in the bottom of a shooter glass covered with gin and a lick of soda. Soak them in a little brandy and cover with thick cream and enjoy them outdoors while the sun sets. Ah yes, winter is finally a fading memory… I am dreaming of the sea shore, of sun and seafood, and of course – some strawberries.

Kind regards, J.