"The modern strawberry is a tale of disappointment and delight. I have learned to treat each punnet of really good berries I encounter as a box of fleeting, precious jewels, a treat to be enjoyed with unalloyed pleasure; no cream, sugar or splash of Beaujolais, just the warm berry in all its scarlet glory. That perfect fruit is a rare find, but once you chance upon it life seems, for an instant, to stand still. Eyes closed, you are briefly lost in buttercup meadows, with bees buzzing on the heavy afternoon air. You need to make much of a truly excellent strawberry when you find it.... Once a year I find myself falling for a cardboard punnet of misshapen, organic fruits the loud scarlet-red of a Ferrari. It is then, breathing in their honey-sweet scent, the prickle of their yellow seeds on my lips, that I wish they could always be like this."
Nigel Slater, Tender Volume 2
When is a strawberry just a strawberry and yet simultaneously not a strawberry at all, much more than a strawberry, really? Only in the hands of Nigel Slater. Some people in the world just get food. Nigel is one of them. And when you find people who get Nigel as much as you do (your mother, you friend, the proprietor of your favourite canteen) then you need to hold on to them for dear life, because you know that these ones are true keepers.