

I stopped growing strawberries. The water engineer didn't understand why I would grow them when by the time I harvest them, they would be much cheaper buying them from the supermarket.
Twenty years ago, D loved harvesting the tiny strawberries from the garden. We ate them: she dipped them in icing sugar and I dipped them in salt.
Now S and G don't appreciate my strawberries. They are not supermaket quality. But like my brothers say, they are organic.
I still dip strawberries in salt. It's the way the Chans eat their fruits. My new Fiji friend M. too dip some of her fruit in salt.
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