Having thought long and hard about which of the seven deadly sins would be my mortal weakness, I came up with gluttony. If I like something, I will gorge on it till there’s nothing left. This urge isn’t limited to food; I’ll stay up all night to finish a book I like, not leave the house for a couple days to see all of a TV series and go through the entire catalogs of any artist in any medium I like.
But I’m talking about food here today, and one of the things I would eat continuously if it were humanly possible: Strawberries, the smaller the better, since those are the ones that really pack in the flavor.
Strawberry is a weird word. It comes from Old English (strēowberige) which means it’s basically a mishmash of a lot of languages. In French it’s fraise; Spanish fresa; Catalan maduixot. One of these things is not like the other. (Psst– it’s the Catalans who always like to cause trouble.)