In honor of my father's mad snack-making skills, I toasted three pieces of sprouted grain bread this afternoon, spread them with tahini, and sprinkled sliced strawberries and raw sugar on top.
When I was growing up, I picked buckets of strawberries with my mum at a local u-pick. Most of the berries were slated for jam (with a few set aside for shortcake -- with biscuits, not angel food cake, thank you very much). But my dad's favorite ways with them were sliced -- on both cereal and buttered toast. And he always made the bread a bit burny, just like I did today.
I miss stemming strawberries with my mum in the kitchen of our old yellow farmhouse.
3 comments:
This looks so yummy! I just woke up and this is what I want right now. Your posts always make me hungry!
I haven't had any good strawberries this year. And the birds got every single last one of the eight or so that were in our garden. I am keeping my fingers crossed for the farmer's market next week.
Those berries look pretty delicious !!!! I am like Lucy have not seen any good berries this year yet, not sure that I will. Yes I miss those days when a berry was a berry.
We are going to have a gazillion grapes on our vines this year. So I am looking forward to those. I will send you a picture when they are bigger.
UR M
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