I had this fantastic plan (for about three hours) today.
I had a bunch of beautiful, ripe, delicious strawberries and a grand plan for a little strawberry pie.
I was going to crush those ripe berries. I knew I needed about 1 cup of sugar and 4 tablespoons of cornstarch.
Put that in a pot on the stove, add in those berries, and cook until transparent.
Add in some whole berries that were washed and hulled.
Let it cool slightly and pour into a baked 9″ pie shell.
Let it set in the fridge to chill.
Grab that pie and top it with sweetened whipped cream spiked with a smidgen of vanilla extract.
And definitely not happening today.
Those strawberries were far too appealing to someone else in my household. They disappeared quietly and quickly.
Okay, so I can’t blame that someone. Fresh strawberries are always tempting.
Likely there wasn’t truly enough for even a little pie.
It also is nice to hear, “I’m sorry I ate all the strawberries. They were just too delicious.”
But a girl can dream…
There’s nothing wrong with that.
I’m also certain there’s not a better gift in the world than something from the garden, well-tended, and given with absolute generosity. It melts my heart every time.
Do you have a favorite recipe for fresh strawberries? I’d love to hear about it while I daydream of strawberry pie.