It’s strawberry season!
I love fresh local strawberries! They are so much better than the giant ones from Mexico or wherever that are around the other ten to eleven months of the year. For one thing, they’re not all moldy from spending who knows how long in transit across the country.
I remember when I saw my first box of berries in the store this year. I was at work (I work in a grocery store) and not having the greatest day. But when I saw those little red beauties on my way to get lunch, they brought a smile to my face and things seemed a little better.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always looked forward to berry season. I used to help my mom pick berries at the U-pick. And what did we do with those berries? Well, I’d eat them for breakfast with cream… and sometimes for dessert after lunch and supper too. Mom would make jam. And she’d also make strawberry shortcake, with the best homemade shortcake biscuits.
I was a strange child.
For the longest time, even though I liked all the individual components of a strawberry shortcake, I wouldn’t eat the assembled shortcake. I would eat the biscuit separately from my un-mashed berries with whipped cream. For some reason, I was turned off by the whole mashed up berries thing.
I’m not sure when it happened, but I eventually came to my senses and started eating the real deal shortcake, assembled in all it’s splendor.
I will tell you this. If you’re going to make strawberry shortcake, make sure you do it right. You need to make it with these homemade biscuits. This is the recipe my mom has been using for years. I don’t know where the recipe came from originally, but I think it was from someone she knew. Sorry I can’t give that person credit.
And might I add that I wore an actual apron while I made these.
Looks yummy except I can’t imagine why you would use Dream Whip! Real whipping cream is a local product and takes mere minutes to whip (add a little sugar and/or vanilla extract if you wish). The taste is far superior to the edible oil product that calls itself Dream Whip…. go for the real thing, you won’t be sorry!
My mom always whipped up a packet of Dream Whip with milk, and I guess that’s why I still do. Maybe I’ll give real whip cream a try sometime