My mothers front garden patch in Wales is covered with wild strawberries, which she dislikes. I love them and brought some runners back with me about two years ago. However, they did not transplant so well in the Scottish climate. Last summer they only showed their lovely vibrant pink flowers, but this year they have rewarded me with a palm full.
These wild strawberries are known as alpine strawberries (I think). They taste nothing like their bigger sisters. These are sweetly intense and melt in the mouth like a squirt of thick red syrup.
I only ever seem to get to harvest the tiniest wild strawberries ever, not enough to make a recipe.
Michele you would love them!