It may be raining, it may be cold, but despite the weather my strawberries are managing to ripen. This one, variety 'Enorma', weighed in at 74g (just under three ounces) just in time for the last day of Wimbledon. It did have a big brother, which I had protected from slug or bird damage by tucking into a one pound honey jar. Of course, once it ripened, I couldn't get it out of the jar. So I had to break it to get it out and then eat it, in the garden, fragrant and warm from a brief glimpse of July sunshine. Delicious!
Hello to Pembrokeshire.
ReplyDeletePrize winning strawberries! I love their name. Hope you enjoyed them - they look fantastic!
Isnt it a problem when you just have to eat one (or more) of the strawberries!
ReplyDeleteExcellent - had our first ones today.
ReplyDeleteHad to break it out and eat it! Oh there is a tragedy ... with a very happy ending!
ReplyDeleteCan you imagine how this city dweller yearns to know what a freshly grown and picked strawberry might taste like?
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Cor Blimey! What a whopper! I bet a donkey wouldn't turn that one down.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
Wow, almost a knife and fork job!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, that is just fabulous. Mine are all stunted and oddly shaped but still taste good....
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