“I eat cake because it’s somebody’s birthday somewhere.”

Yesterday I told of my intention to clean out my file cabinet.  Well, lo and behold, a phrase I don’t understand, I unearthed a treasure.  It’s a small collection of recipes from the past that I thought I’d lost forever.  Needless to say, which is another phrase not worth saying because I’m going to say it anyway, none of these recipes are within the strict guidelines I now use to regulate my eating in order to torture myself.  They are not lo-anything.  I hope you love them as much as I do.

According to rumor, this dessert was served to some king and queen when they visited this country.  Another queen was offered fried caterpillars while visiting another locale.  Which leads me to ask, is there life after the tiara?


1 pint strawberries

2-3 ounce packages strawberry gelatin

1 pint whipping cream


Crush the strawberries and save the juice.  I actually minced the strawberries in my Ninja and placed the strawberry mash into a strainer that was resting on top of a quart sized pyrex measuring cup.  Next, add enough boiling water to the juice to make 1 1/2 cups and stir in the gelatin until it dissolves.  Cool this mixture.

Whew!  Relax.  You’ve gotten past the difficult part.  When the gelatin is slightly cooled add the strawberries and mix.  Meanwhile, in another part of the kitchen, whip the heavy cream to the soft peak stage.  This is now the part of the recipe that told me to fold the whipped cream into the gelatin/strawberry mixture but that was in a smaller container so I dumped the gelatin/strawberry mixture into the whipped cream and proceeded to fold.

This was also the lovely part of the recipe as pink swirled through the cream.  When everything is folded together, place the mixture into a 2-quart ring mold or into individual glasses or whatever.  Chill several hours or overnight.

I chose to divide the mixture into 8 separate cups.  This was set up and ready to eat in about an hour.  We had it for dessert last night.  Yummy!


My husband ate his portion in tiny bites, the way he eats something he wants to savor.  Yes, that is an actual picture I took of the dessert at the dining room table, where we only eat when we have company.  Yes, someone sent me an article on how to take pictures of food.

Yes, the table is always set because I like the texture and colors of a set table.  This leads people to ask, whenever they see the dining room table set, if we’re having company.  The answer to that question is, “Yes, eventually”.

Yes, I now feel like a yes man.  Whatever.

Loveya – The Grandma


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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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