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.
Ben . . . Ja . . . Min !
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.
Good job, Benjamin.
Pick those strawberries !
H-m-m-m-m !
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 . . .
