We have been eating strawberries by the boatload recently, and I can’t explain why. All I know is that every time I make a grocery run lately, I have been hauling home a couple of containers of strawberries for us to devour. We can’t get enough of the bite-sized red fruit. I wanted to make myself a heapin’ helpin’ of strawberry shortcake for breakfast this morning, but as you can plainly see, I wasn’t able to create that exact dish because somebody who wasn’t I had already eaten the last of the strawberries—without alerting me to that fact. So I ate strawberry-less strawberry shortcake for breakfast instead. Suffice it to say that the dessert was very shortcake-y and Reddi-Whip-y to the tongue. Strawberry-y? Not so much. The whole situation was a shock to my strawberry-wantin’ digestive system. In fact, it discombobulated me to the core. I submit the following as evidence of my utter discombobulation-by-lack-of-strawberries: my Bow tie-less Bow Tie o’ the Day selfie. I completely forgot to attach a bow tie to my t-shirt for a post photo. A lack of available strawberries in the house was responsible for this tie travesty. It will not happen again, I assure you.🍓
