When I was younger my father used to make strawberry mousse
out of some of the wild strawberries that we picked. He only made it one or two
summers and when I asked him why he did not continue to make it during
subsequent summers he replied that it really wasn’t worth the effort.
However to my memory it was the most special thing that I’ve
ever eaten. My father served it in his mother’s shrimp cocktail glasses which
added their own smell of the china cabinet. I can conjure that smell in a
moment and I see the frosted glass, I eat very carefully. These are special
glasses, and the pink soft mousse inside is the most delicious thing I’ve ever
eaten.
