So glad to see that Mon Funday is still alive and well !
Smilin' Sayre is our hostess today. Here is her challenge:
What is your favorite cook-out food and/or recipe? OR What special dish are you known for at gatherings of family or friends ?
Well, I warned Sayre that there have been a few several many times that I've signed up for Mon Funday but didn't exactly follow the rules. But, I do promise to post a special dish later this week, complete with photos of preparing it. (Hint: The dish is from Pioneer Woman's Cookbook and is being prepared for JulieBug~Another Chance Ranch~ and McDreamy.)
Until then, the dish that's being prepared eaten today is fresh strawberries.
But before we enjoy these strawberries, here's the history behind them . . . when my Grandmama Wheeler passed away several years ago at the age of 93, I planted THREE itty bitty strawberry plants in her honor. Little did I know that those THREE itty bitty strawberry plants would take over my entire garden ! The strawberries are tiny little bursts of sugar ! The very best strawberries that will ever melt in your mouth. Just ask Benjamin.
Today was a special day because my little cousin, Benjamin, came over to help me pick the strawberries so that we could have them for dessert.
Looks like Benjamin has found his first strawberry.
Looks like Benjamin is eating the first strawberry he picked.
According to the look on Benjamin's face, he enjoyed that first strawberry.
OK, Benjamin. Put the strawberry in your bowl.
BENJAMIN ! I said put the strawberry in the bowl, not your mouth.
Wonderful ! A strawberry in the bowl.
Benjamin. BENJAMIN ! What are you doing ? Leave the strawberry in the bowl.
Ginger has decided to help Benjamin pick the strawberries.
Actually, Ginger is eating the strawberries, too.
For the last few days, the strawberries have been mysteriously disappearing, and we blamed it on the quail.
Now we know ! Ginger has been eating the strawberries.
After all was said and done, we ended up with 12, yes count them, TWELVE strawberries for dessert.
This is because Benjamin's mommy picked them.
Does this look like the face of a strawberry thief ?
The evidence on his face, fingers, and shirt are inconclusive.
The story of Benjamin's visit . . . to be continued . . .






Benjamin is just super cute!!! I love all of these pics!!! Just popping by to say hello and see that you are still blogging away!! Hope all's well in your corner of the world!!
Posted by: JeanneP | June 12, 2011 at 11:12 PM
My parents tried to grow strawberries once. Never got a single one. The reason being that my brother Andy would stop by the patch on his way out to school and eat all the ripe ones. Every day. It puzzled Mom and Dad no end until Mom caught him one day!
I accidently erased my Mr.Linky list (argh... I guess I shouldn't edit over my assignment post and try to save time, huh?). Would you come over and re-enter your link? Thanks!
Posted by: Sayre | June 13, 2011 at 05:32 AM
Years ago when we lived in San Jose, we had a strawberry jar with a lot of berries. However, we noticed that the ripe ones always disappeared before we could get them. One morning I saw our Golden Retriever Lacy, daintly picking the ripe berries and having her way with them. Benjamin is adorable.
Posted by: Running with the Pack | June 13, 2011 at 08:02 AM
Oh those little strawberry pickin'/eatin' hands! Is there anything sweeter than little hands? Looks like a lovely time was had by all. Guess it would take a lots of red gelatin stuff to make a strawberry pie out of 12 berries!
Enjoy your Julie visit and give us a full de-brief.
Posted by: faye | June 13, 2011 at 09:06 AM
What a cute little helper you have...at least he is picking the strawberries and not his nose...as most kids do! LOL
Posted by: Janis | June 13, 2011 at 01:22 PM
Gorgeous post! Love it! I had to relocate my strawberries due to sneaky dogs stealing them. They also have a liking for cherry tomatoes. So I always plant one plant outside the garden just for them! Benjamin is soooooo cute!
Posted by: Karisma | June 13, 2011 at 04:48 PM
this is the best kind of recipe. simple, healthy, homemade. i like it!
Posted by: jill | June 14, 2011 at 08:22 PM
our grand kids were out trampling our small patch last night. Ours do the spreading, too. But a lot of the old ones die -- so they aren't nearly as pretty as your patch.
Posted by: Pamela | June 15, 2011 at 11:48 PM