Do you know what was the first thing I did when we finally arrived late last night in my home village? (the short story is that I waited at the airport to meet my parents who were themselves just back from ten days visiting l’Ouest américain (the American West Coast and its National Parks). I went to my mum’s garden to collect des fraises Gariguette (Gariguette Strawberries). If you are not familiar with these, they are the first Spring strawberries and are simply deliciously small, with a concentration of flavor. Very close to wild strawberries, but slightly bigger. No need to add that I gulped them down greedily. Now I have to wait for more to turn red.
Mum and her Gariguette Strawberries