But back to being caught red-handed. After reading one of our favorite books, "The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and THE BIG HUNGRY BEAR", my boys and I ate delicious strawberries for an afternoon snack. You can't read this book without eating a strawberry. As soon as we finished, they headed to the basement...and I brought out the brown sugar and sour cream. Just as I was finishing off the little brown sugar we had, my guys rounded the corner. I think they can smell sugar a mile away. So, I was caught red-handed: literally.
What could a mom do besides share? Out of brown sugar, so a substitution was made: powdered sugar. Fabulous. My kids were quiet for a full five minutes; too yummy of a snack to interrupt it with talking.
What I had planned for their snack:
The snack I had to share:
I love the way a good book gives you a food craving!
When I was an English teacher I loved
to bring in food from the book
we were reading. As a mom, I still like
it berry much (sorry, bad pun - couldn't resist!).
Instead of my usual quote,
I'm ending with a poem from one of the greatest:
I can't go strawberry picking
without thinking of this poem from the book
Where the Sidewalk Ends.
Love it - such a classic, for any age.
"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 to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they make 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 Strawberries cannot be tamed."
Have a berry sweet day!