What was in his lunch?

Field of Dreams

Longtime Masala Mama readers may recall our strawberry-picking excursion with Junebug last year and the major sugar crash that followed in the car on the way home. No one suffered any strawberry-inflicted sugar highs this year, we're happy to report, and little Kean was content to eat the bounty his big sister picked for him and, of course, herself. Seriously, it's going to take months for us to eat store-bought berries again. Fresh-picked are sooo good. Later that night, we had strawberry shortcake. June made a deconstructed version with a dollop of fresh cream, a heap of berries and a little biscuit sitting, but god forbid not touching, on the same plate. Whatever works for you, sister. There wasn't a smidgen of cream left on that plate.