A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled; the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.

Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man then saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted.

a zen poem, courtesy of Amethyst Sky's Corner of the Institution

Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.

Francis Bacon, courtesy of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations

When one restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
Funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine

Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter, courtesy of Castle Thai

Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did.

William Butler, courtesy of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations

Oma maa mansikka, muu maa mustikka. (My land strawberry, other’s blueberry.)

a Finnish saying, courtesy of Sayings in Belgium and Finland

Marge! We need some more vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice-cream!

Homer from the Simpsons, courtesy of The Simpsons Index

She dreams a champagne dream, strawberry surprise, pink linen
Fields of butterfiles, reality escapes her

Shimmer by Fuel, courtesy of The Everything Site

All your dreams are made of strawberry lemonade.

Oasis, courtesy of Amanda's World

Waitress: Hi, what can I get ya?

Harry: I'll have a number three.

Sally: I'd like the chef salad please with the oil and vinegar on the side and the apple pie a la mode.

Waitress: Chef and apple a la mode.

Sally: But I'd like the pie heated and I don't want the ice cream on top I want it on the side and I'd like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it if not then no ice cream just whipped cream but only if it's real. If it's out of a can, then nothing.

Waitress: Not even the pie?

Sally: No, just the pie, but then not heated.

Waitress: Uh huh.

When Harry Met Sally, courtesy of Ian's Page

Are Wild Strawberries really wild?
Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?
Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam?
Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home?
Can they be trained not to growl at the guests?
Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess?
Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows,
Or maybe a Muleberry, pulling the plows,
Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse,
Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house,
And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly,
Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?
Or should we make a pet out of something less scary,
Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry,
Anyhow, you've been warned and I will not be blamed
If your Wild Strawberry cannot be tamed.

Wild Strawberries by Shel Silverstein, courtesy of The Strawberry Temple

During the 18th century, ice cream was a rare and exotic dessert enjoyed only by the elite. Dolly Madison served a magnificent strawberry ice cream creation for dessert at the President Madison's second inaugural banquet in 1812 in the White House.

courtesy of History of Ice Cream