I, Fabiola, spent time the last few days hunting for the elusive Wild Strawberry. Now, Fabiola loves tame strawberries (the ones in refrigerated cages in the produce section of the local grocery), but WILD strawberries ... Fabiola wonders if the attraction is the adventure of combing through acres of grass, weeds and poison ivy to find just a few handfuls of berries. Wandering along the edges of field and woodland armed with mosquito spray and basket, braving certain attack by insects of every sort and plants that contain irritating oils, Fabiola knows that danger lurks at every turn. To confess, Fabiola is wondering for your benefit, because she knows that while the hunt does make a difference, the flavor of wild strawberries is the thrill. Have you ever tasted a just picked wild strawberry? The strawberry flavor of cultivated verses wild is like the difference between riding a garden and a tractor pull tractor. Of course you know what Fabiola means.
Wild strawberries are a Fabiola fruit.
