You know how kids turn their nose up to some nasty food and some adult, generally their parents, tell them they’ll grow to like it? As a kid I hated strawberries. Absolutely loathed them. Even the smell turned my stomach. No matter how they were presented to me I just found them terrible. This baffled my family who are all incredibly fond of strawberries and I remember once my father attempted to sway me over to the side of love by rolling a fresh strawberry in rolled one in sugar. It didn’t work. For 18 years of my life I recoiled at the mere suggestion of a strawberry and then one day my father went strawberry picking and came home with literal bushels of fruit. He gave me the job of washing all the berries and prepping them to be frozen. I stood in the kitchen for hours bombarded by the scent of fresh strawberries and then finally I decided if to give one a try . . . and it was love.
Since then it’s as if a switch has been flipped and I just can’t get enough of the lovely fruit. I don’t even mind strawberry-flavored things, though, I greatly prefer the real thing. One of my favorite things is strawberry shortcake, specifically I like it made with buttermilk biscuits but I’m really not picky about it if the strawberries are fresh and ripe. So it was inevitable that these were going to happen:
Honestly, these smell about ten times better than they look — and they taste amazing! I used my usual butter cake recipe and cut about a third of the cupcake top off and generously heaped some fresh strawberries onto the bottom 2/3rds. It’s topped off with homemade whipped cream since
the Reddi-wip in my fridge was expired I still had heavy cream from the mint chocolate chip cupcakes. I’ll never be a big fan of sweets, but this just might be a cupcake I could indulge on.
In other news, the broken shepherd is basically all better now. She hurt her foot during the kitty-sighting at Crossings the other day. As I was trying to wrest her attention back on work, I accidentally stepped on her paw and she scraped up her pads quite harshly, which I didn’t notice until much later when she was limping around. I cleaned off her foot, bandaged the paw and stuck her in her boots for the next few days, but she was given the okay from me yesterday when she took off all her boots and left them on her bed. As of this morning she’s no longer limping so yay for that!