I never miss the flavour of strawberries out of the strawberry season, but whilst that season lasts, and this year it appears to be lasting forever, it is likely that there will be in our house a china bowl full of them, soaking up a light sprinkling of sugar as they patiently await the appearance of a meringue to accompany them to that strawberry nirvana that John Lennon had dreamt on all those years ago. There is very little that one can do to improve on a ripe , beautifully formed strawberry. I’m even loathe to add the sprinkling of sugar, but it does look good and it serves to create a wonderful juice beneath the berries. This particular set of berries had that look of being too good to be true, but they are truly good. I say are good but the truth is that were good, so good in fact that there was no resisting them for long even though I had employed the device of hiding them beneath a strawberry safe.