It's June - the time for strawberry-picking. And so last weekend our children went apicking. But no, not at a farm. Just from our backyard! Way back in March I bought 4 small pots of strawberry plants for each of my children, since Abang Z and H are keen gardeners. They transfered it into the patch in the backyard and by last weekend, we managed to have a handful of strawberries. Yet, somehow, it ripened a day after I prepared Tiramisu for a visitor. Still, on Sunday, I managed to decorate Mr D's Father's Day Rainbow Cake with them.
Okay, so I may have misled you by making you think we managed to pick a few basketfuls of those sexual strawberries. Well, that wasn't really the end of it. Our first friends in Coventry invited us over on Sunday - for a barbeque in their beautiful garden filled with roses, foxgloves, primroses, daisies, and God knows what else were the name of those flowers!!! There was a fish pond, a few strawberry patches, herbs (basil, parsley, to name a few), budding fruit trees - conference pears and apples, and much more attractive plants. In a glass bottle, there were even 2 frogs croaking at us!
We went with only a container filled with some chicken curry rolls but returned with hands full of bags - 2 pots of Polygonum odoratum Lour (pokok daun kesum), a basketful of strawberry plants and another filled with picked strawberries. Thank you, dear F family, and may your good gestures be repaid. We had a grrrreeeaaattt time in your gorgeous English garden, feasting on chicken and lamb satay and barbequed ribs. Ummmpph. Life is indeed more meaningful when shared with wonderful people.
Let's see... what shall we have now: strawberries dipped in chocolate, strawberry shortcake, strawberry shake, strawberry smoothie, strawberry muffins, strawberry cheesecake or just simple strawberry jam?
Hey, wait a minute, where have all of them gone?