Strawberry Fields

I don’t just have food obsessions, I have food gathering obsessions. I was born a forager and, growing up, I wanted to pop every random mushroom and berry into my mouth. At summer camp in Alberta, I found Saskatoon berries growing in the brush outside the dining hall, and I hid out in there, dropping the potent smaller-than-blueberries into my blanket-covered canteen (which is what we used for hydration before fancy water bottles — they looked like this) when I should have been at arts and craft...