When I was out for my morning jog on the trail today, I passed an unforgettable exerciser. She was a plump, silver-silver haired woman, and from far away I thought she was jogging. There was such a lively spring in her step, her body seemed to bounce up and down, with her full arms swinging rthymically as if she were a Viking assigned to row. As she marched in closer, I could actually hear her. Dressed in a T-shirt with a giant smiling sun, complete with bright blue stretch pants and a fanny pack, she was bobbing up and down, half dancing-half running, but all the while singing. Over and over again she crooned, "It's all deeeelicious, it's all deeeelicious, it's all deeelicious." I smiled to myself, and then at her, and then at the world. Who was this woman? Why was she so happy? Was she some kind of prophetess? A morning revelator with a fanny pack? Good grief-was she me in a few decades? If so, at least I know I'll be happy. And you know something else? She was right. It is all delicious. And here's further proof.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Strawberry Shortcake. Whipped Cream. Sugary Strawberries. Tender, buttery biscuits. Yep, it's all delicious. Make your own. Then go for a walk with your fanny pack and sing about it, if you dare. Recipe here. Estimated Cost: $5.00 for a five serving half batch
P.S. This is a true story.
P.S.S. I can't wait to find out if my delicious friend will be out on the trail tomorrow.
P.S.S.S. Don't you think too many PSs are annoying? Me too.
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