Today I made use of the summer’s first strawberries for Strawberry Shortcake (of sorts) on a Father’s Day Picnic. We made our own whipped cream by shaking it in a jar when we reached our destination. Quite lovely and enjoyed by all. But you do have to eat quickly and remain constantly on guard to defend yourself from “picnic” covered hands when Little R is involved. Ah, but this is surely life with a child. And one I hope G is enjoying.
Happy Father’s Day to my dear husband; a wonderful father.