I don’t know if it was the exotic setting or the plangency to a Swedish film, but these wild strawberries in a restaurant in Italy were fresher and sweeter than anything I had ever tasted.
Redolent of the forest from which they were picked, they had a taste unlike an ordinary strawberry or any fruit I ever ate. Then or since.
Rich, fragrant, tiny, and perky, wild strawberries were a once in my lifetime experience.
They remain a strong, much favored sensory memory.
All The Best 