A lone strawberry farmer at a bric-a-brac market planted the seed for FlavourCrusader.
His strawberries were amazing–oozing with sweetness and a depth of flavour I had never experienced. The strawberries were soft; their colour dyed my fingers. I told my friends. I emailed others. I blogged it. Go to Rozelle markets for the strawberry man!
I had gotten out of the habit of eating fruit after living in London; it was tasteless. It was pointless. The delicious strawberries were the catalyst for me to begin eating fruit again.
