The smell of fresh strawberries is probably one of my favorite scents of all time. It ranks right up there with freshly baked brownies, real vanilla, and French roast coffee. But it isn't just the scent of strawberries that is so lovely, the flavor of ripe, Swedish strawberries at the height of summer, well, there just isn't anything better.
One summer before we had moved here, we were visiting Sweden and my husband's mom bought tons of fresh, Swedish strawberries for us to enjoy. I ate so many strawberries that I started to turn red. Not really but I did discover a strange rash on my hands one morning and decided that maybe I should pull back a bit on my strawberry consumption. Luckily it went away after a day or so and I could resume my strawberry gorging, I mean eating.
Strawberry stand at Mariatorget.
Strawberries with Greek yogurt and honey... mmmmmmmmm