I love slicing strawberries and using one of two marinades. The first is a small amount of white sugar to help them exude all that wonderful juice. Then I add a bit of Grand Marnier. I serve with whipped topping and sponge cake -- my version of strawberries Romanoff. The second involves a touch of melted butter mixed with a bit of brown sugar. I add some fantastic balsamic vinegar, pour it over the sliced strawberries and let it rest in the fridge for a while. This version is also served with sponge cake and whipped topping but includes a generous sprinkle of cracked black pepper. Either way -- YUM! And that is the answer to the mystery of the missing strawberries.
This weekend is the local strawberry festival just out in the county, with lots of music and fresh strawberry shortcake made with rich biscuits. It is supposed to be sunny and hot on Sunday, so it may be a wonderful afternoon.
The song title today addresses my wish to have fresh local strawberries available all year long. We live in the wrong area of the world for this to happen. So, when they arrive, we are all eating these wonderful fruits daily <smile>. I love this Warhol-esque video version of the song. Enjoy!
Strawberry Fields Forever -- The Beatles
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