Monday 6th June 2011
Our strawberries are decomposing faster than we can eat them in this warm weather. Even if I leave them in the fridge they still don’t seem to last longer than a day.
It was late afternoon and Zephy, my son, was getting ratty. This tends to happen when he need food. An injection of energy usually sorts the problem out. And 500g of Andalucia’s finest was gonna be just that.
“Come on Zeph, Do you want to make a milkshake?” I asked encouragingly.
“NO…” Came the reply.
“What milkshake?” He demanded to know.
“Strawberry.” I said.
This seemed to do the trick because he reluctantly agreed to push the button on the food processor. Watching the strawberries get pulverised to bits seemed to lift his spirits.
I gave him a big glass full with a straw and everybody else a little taster and we all sat on the balcony to drink them. It was a squash & a squeeze but it was worth it.
“I know it sounds stupid but it tastes very strawberry like.” Said Mum.
The straw was a Power Ranger. 🙂