My fondest memory of strawberries is the strawberry jam my mom used to simmer up when I was a child – she’d buy them in bulk when they were in season and cheap and torment us all by filling the house with the smell of sweet strawberries and boiling sugar on what always felt like the hottest of summer days! It was, appropriately, hard work which resulted in the sweetest of rewards! And speaking of sweet rewards, do you remember the days when delicious, sweet strawberries were only available during summer? When you’d spot that first punnet on the supermarket shelf and do a little happy dance on the inside? (or on the outside – I don’t judge). While they seem to be on shelf all year round now, I flat out refuse to buy them out of season – they never taste quite as good as when you have to wait for them don’t they? And while my fondest memories of them do involve jam, I’m not about to sweat myself to death over a stove top to relive my childhood memories (sorry mom!). S...