Dalat, Vietnam, is famous for its strawberries, presenting Gary and me with a dilemna.
Strawberries are one of those foods I won't eat overseas because of the water that goes into the production and cleaning the fruit. Just too much alien bacteria for my body to handle (heck, even French strawberries got me sick once.). This from a person who eats lots and lots of street food, too.
Anyway, we ended up buying a box of delightful smelling berries. We picked out one. I submerged it in a class of purified water and agitated that poor berry until all its little pips had fallen off the outside of the fruit and the water turned cloudy. We dried it off and had a taste. A bit sweet, a bit tart, but not as compelling as our in season California strawberries or those Parisan wild ones whose siren call ended up with me being sick all those years ago.
The local Dalat strawberries were also featured in a scrumptious local jam, with lots of large pieces of fruit and a nice balance of sweet and acid. I slathered the jam on my breakfast baguette every morning we were there. The rest of the fresh strawberries we gave to the helpful young woman who worked the hotel's front desk.