FROM PATCH TO PLATE Matthew Fort
When I was but a lad, summer proper kicked off with strawberries. They were a seasonal gastronomic starting pistol. I waited for them with almost uncontrollable excitement, and then I’d gorge on strawberries and cream for five or six weeks. Not just me, to be honest. My whole family – brothers, mother, father, grandmother. Not my sister. She had yet to be born. I may be indulging in the rosy dreams of nostalgia,
