When its spring (or summer, what do I know about season changes!) in some parts of the world, the berries start appearing in all the food blogs. Strawberries are the most dominant I suppose, with the fruit being used in all possible ways – in cakes, ice-creams, sorbet, drinks, salads, you name it! Then come the blueberries in muffins and pancakes and fruit tarts and stuff.
For me, the one living in a place where the only season change is when I step out of the air-conditioned train onto the blistering street and vice versa, spring is when I see strawberries in the super market, I guess.
Needless to say, they are expensive. So usually I can only afford one or two boxes until they stop showing up on the shelves. As much as I’d like to use them in various strawberry recipes, here’s how they eventually get used up.
A box of as-fresh-as-it-gets-in-Singapore strawberries. Yum.
I take one in my hand. I whisper “you precious baby, so cool (out of the fridge) and so bright! I hope you realise you cost me a bomb”.
I take a gentle bite so as not to hurt it. Slightly sour, not really sweet. But I guess this is how strawberries are supposed to taste, right?
Then I place it down, admire it for a few seconds. Sigh a couple of times, even.
Then I put it back where it belongs, with the others, although with a bite.
Then I flip it around. Ah there! Now I can pretend I have an entire box of strawberries still. And that all of them are as good as new, no bites, no nothing. A boxful, just like how I started out.
Is this normal? Ok, don’t answer that. Just tell me how you like your strawberries.