Yes, I know the calendar says June, but for me summertime arrived today.
Why?
Because I baked a strawberry rhubarb pie on Monday. The kids and I picked the strawberries last Thursday at Pretty Prairie Farm. The rhubarb came from a friend at church's farm. The pie crust actually turned out -- it's from a children's book of all places, but tasted wonderful!
But the memories came from Grandma's farm.
You see, growing up we lived in the same town as my grandparents -- aka Audrey and Willard of Canteen Dreams fame. (Don't forget I took their story and fictionalized it!). And Grandma would make strawberry-rhubarb pie in the early days of summer. Then there was strawberry-rhubarb jam. Umm. I love the mix of sweet and tart. But haven't enjoyed it for years!
Then my friend mentioned making a rhubarb custard cake. I selfishly asked for some rhubarb, and she agreed.
And this was one food group the kids and I both agreed on. It doesn't happen often! They both turned their nose up at the enchilada casserole I made. Sigh. But at least they liked the pie!
What triggers summer memories for you?
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Picking the first home-grown tomato triggers growing-up memories of my dad working in our garden each evening after work, and my mom freezing and canning throughout the summer. Great memories to treasure!
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