I had a plan.
A glorious plan to make a healthified strawberry shortcake.
A strawberry shortcake so delightfully delectable it would pass the high standards of two serious strawberry shortcake lovers, my daddy and Jon.
|It all started so well. This is the last time these tasted pleasant.|
This is okay though.
This is why you have me.
I make the mistakes for you.
You impress your honey bunches of oats with your mad pastry skills.
Everyone is happy.
I even let you take the credit.
Aren't I giving?
|This is the prettiest one too....|
|It doesn't look too too terrible covered in whipped cream and oozy gooey strawberries, does it?|
It's rather dense, and as my incredibly disgruntled father exclaimed, "YUCK. There's no flavor. There's absolutely no flavor in that thing. Grrross.".
Allow me to provide perspective.
This is coming from a man who kept a smile on his face proclaiming "YUMMY" when indulging in my first baking project, a yellow play-dough water concoction.
Never fear my loves, I put my chin up and got right back to baking you a most scrumptious berry crumble. So delightfully sinful, (dare I say it?), you won't even miss the chocolate.
Unfortunately for you, after 4 hours in the kitchen following a 3 hour conference call at work today, you've happened upon a super sleepy me. One so sleepy that I can't find it in me to accurately convey the amazingness that is this berry crumble. I promise I'll come 'round by tomorrow.
Digression #2 of the day: in addition to speaking French some days, I also have days that consist of me making up words such as "healthified" and "amazingness". My apologies.
In the meantime, I hope this teaser suffices.