So this week we had a terrible convergence: a staggering, late-August-esque heat wave (temperatures up near 100, humidity right up there with it) and the bulk of the strawberry crop at the farm. So yesterday Boomer and I went out to pick six quarts of strawberries, and ended up with a gazillion berries that were just on the verge of being overripe. So what does a girl do with all those urgent berries?
I’m not a big fan of soggy breadstuffs, so this isn’t my favorite dessert, but Pookie and Boomer loved it. I think I should try to remember that, to win brownie points by making more of this next year. (Oh, and to be fair, I owe Pookie big style this week. She knows why. Enjoy the shortcake, Pookie!)