Today we stopped by a local farmer's stand and bought some garden-fresh, red ripe strawberries. Once we got home, my grandmother whipped up a strawberry shortcake and (drool) we had it for dinner.
Rene, I almost saved you a bite, but you know how sensitive Grandma is. I didn't want to hurt her feelings by not cleaning my plate so I reluctantly finished mine. And Master Munchkin's. :)
Wow. I'm peering into this old blog and can see a few cobwebs and spiders
lurking. Time to blow them off, shoo them out and get writing again.
To my delight...
2 comments:
YUMMY!!
There is no better shortcake in the world than that made by grandma. Lucky you!
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