Strawberry flan
Isn't it obvious that Wimbledon fortnight has started...there's rain and now we have strawberries. Unfortunately, not ones we've grown ourselves yet - one ripe strawberry wouldn't make our flan - so we have to await that pleasure.
It's a bit indulgent, this flan, with its creamy layer of mascarpone on top of a buttery base. And the strawberries were delicious.
I've just been reading that wild strawberries are now available to buy, like the fraises de bois that we've enjoyed in France. They have such an intense flavour. Some little wild strawberries have seeded themselves in a corner of the garden and I know from previous years that they do taste really strawberryish - unlike some of the watery supermarket offerings. We think strawberries are like tomatoes...they should be warmed by the sun a little to bring out the flavour.
So we're celebrating with local strawberries and some exciting tennis (maybe) to come.