Sunday, 5 June 2011
The Great British Strawberry
Sometimes in life, simplicity is king.
Indeed, as Nigel Slater once said, all you need is: 'freshness, simplicity and flavour'. He was obviously talking about food, rather than, say, socks.
A case in point: the British Strawberry.
The quintessential British fruit. The one foodstuff that heralds the start of the British summertime. That evokes memories of long warm summer days, lazy picnics and Wimbledon. And is of course the consolation fruit when British tennis players crash out in the Quarterfinals to groans of despair from tennis fans the length and breadth of the country.
The berries imported from abroad throughout the rest of the year are a poor tasteless imitation (I'm not holding back here am I?) of the British Strawberry, in all its succulent, juicy, sublimely sweet glory.
When I bought a punnet of British Strawberries the other day my head fizzled with loads of different recipes to try: a shortbread perhaps? a scone? or a little more ambitious, a cheesecake, roulade or torte?
But, as purists would agree, the British Strawberry is simply divine with a splash of cream...
..and, ahem, also a sprinkling of some lovely new dark chocolate from the Rabot Estate chocolate shop in Borough market.
And to really enhance their flavour, mix 1 tbsp balsamic vinegar with a sprinkle of black pepper and 25g caster sugar. Add to 450g strawberries and leave for one hour. Lush.
How do you eat yours?