A short departure to the Tuscan countryside last week, and the days suddenly seem to slip and slide through my fingers.The list of things I’d like to write about just pile up, waiting in line like a queue of impatient Poles waiting for the elusive toilet paper in the communist era.
So as hours suddenly have turned into a month in Poland already, and the springtime flowers have bid goodbye, the blinding yellow Rzepak fields have faded layer by layer into the bright summer sky, the last of the floating children in white for the month of the Kommunion, have been spotted gliding back and forth from the Church …. so the Season of The Strawberry (Truskawka) and The Wild Strawberry (Poziomka) is here. (Well, the Poziomka makes it’s appearance in March and lasts until the autumn and winter sets in, but they’re kind of a family….)
There are Strawberries and then there are Polish Strawberries. Well actually you can simply call them European strawberries, as they’re actually pretty much the same all over this part of the world, but the Poles like to believe that their Strawberries are incomparable in taste and texture. Don’t argue with that if a Pole tells you so, they will be deeply hurt. And offended.
But today, picking up a small basketful of Strawberry harvest from our Garden allotment, I truly felt like believing so. Redder, brighter, shinier, sexier strawberries. Fragrant, juicy, melt in the mouth. As you bite into them, they almost emanate their aroma even more strongly into your nostrils making it a delirious experience. Full of Vitamin C and Vitamin Mmmm.
Then there is the Strawberry (Truskawki) and the Wild Strawberry (Poziomki).
While the Polish Truskawka is definitely one the most delicious I’ve had, yet I must admit, I’ve had bucketfuls of pretty juicy and shiny ones back in the Netherlands. And Sweden too.
But the Poziomka is something I’ve only had in Poland for the first time, and do not really have any benchmark for comparison. They are therefore, yes, the best. Much tinier and softer than the regular strawberry, to me they have a candy or bubblegum like aroma as these little babes melt in your mouth. I like to mix them in my morning yogurt and let the bloody red seep through.
My beau often calls me a Poziomka when he wants to be cute. I take it as a (high level) compliment….
Tip : Try to not buy them/have them unless they are really really red. I let both Poziomka and Truskawka turn into a deep maroon in the garden, before plucking them, for the best taste and flavours. If you buy them in the market, make sure you don’t buy them unless they are really red. Store them in the fridge, don’t stash them in with other veggies as they are so soft they will squish out on you.