For the Love of Strawberries
One of the ways that you’re forced to adapt to Provence is living by the seasons. At first, it was awe-inspiring to see the kafuffle when certain fruits and veggies came into season. The debate in the street as to when they’re really ready… Now, I wouldn’t be able to live any other way. It’s principle to eat fruits that are only in season, even if they are available in some large supermarkets all year round.
I was recently in the States and I must say that even organic, highly priced fruit specimens had no flavour compared to the fruit here. I was in Florida! However, here, just like in the days of old, people only eat strawberries for about 6 weeks of the year. It’s worth the wait. The trick is to eat so many that you’re sick of them. No easy feat in my case.
On the 14th of April in Carpentras, you’ll find a market celebrating everything to do with the strawberry. I suspected to find all manner of products made from strawberries, the truth is that the basic ingredient is not mangled and coaxed into flavouring things it shouldn’t. You’ll find simply: enormous baskets of strawberries, jam, juice, and some elegant sugary confections. The local farmers sell directly to you and especially for this fair, at a lower price.
Gorge yourselves! You know you want to.