Sweet Summer Days

As strawberry picking is pretty much out for me this summer, the next best thing is picking up strawberries in our CSA (community supported agriculture) box from a garage a few blocks from us. I thought about buying shortcake to avoid turning on the oven, but instead justified that if we made pizzas AND shortcake, then steaming up the house would be not only for dessert, but dinner too. Needless to say, it was worth it. Dietrich climbed on the prep table and Elliott perched in a chair as we cut in a stick of butter, mixed up the white powders and wet everything down with half and half and an egg. The strawberries were half the size of the ones that can be bought in a store, but twice as juicy. I lopped off their tops, saving as much of the red as I could, nibbling around green stems when necessary. The pizza wasn't bad, either, but it was dessert that made the night. Even Dietrich ventured into eating a strawberry with his cake and whipped cream (out of a can, so it wasn't all from scratch!) I hear boys coming down the stairs for a new day, but an entry is an entry, right? Can I eat shortcake for breakfast, too?