Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Red Ripe Strawberries

Caught red-handed...as in strawberry red.  I love strawberries.  No, I really, really, really love strawberries.  And the one thing I love more than a juicy, red, ripe strawberry?  A red, ripe strawberry dipped in sour cream and brown sugar.  Sinful, but it's healthy:  fruit and dairy, right?  Growing up, I'd pick strawberries right off the vine in our family garden and eat them before ever entering the house.  If any strawberries made it to the house, my mom would set out a dish of sour cream and some brown sugar.  We'd dip the strawberries into the sour cream, then the brown sugar - yummy!  I've tried this with cream cheese, but there is something about sour cream that gives it just the right tartness.  Amazing. 

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:
Shel Silverstein

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!


Melanie

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