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Ingredients: Bake biscuits putting in 1-1 1/2 per person, depending on how many people you want to serve.
Strawberries from Grandpa's patch or from where you get them now, About a cup per biscuit. Wash, cap, and slice the berries into a container with a lid. Add 3/4 to 1 cup sugar per quart. You can always add sugar if you think the juice is not sweet enough when you are ready to use it. Put the berries in frig for 1/2 a day or so, giving them time to make their own juice. You can add a few tablespoons of water if you think the berries are laggards and need some help to get going.
To assemble the shortcake, open the biscuits and place them in the bottom of the container from which you plan to serve or store. Spoon the berries and juice over this first layer. Add the tops to the biscuits and spoon some more berries over the top. You can make as many layers as you want. Tall containers work well also. The more berries the better! Return to frig to let the biscuits soak up the juice. Serve when ready!
For extra lusciousness, pour milk over the shortcake you have dished out for yourself. (Actually this may be a requirement).
I can never remember Grandma putting ice cream or whipped cream on this nearly divine creation. Milk is so much better! (I really don't remember Grandma having ice cream )
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Notes: When most of us grandchildren were small there would be an annual 'pick wild strawberries day'. Each aunt and Grandma contributed as many buckets and empty containers as they could find. The wild strawberries grew in the field past the fish ponds and closer to the road to Aunt Elmas' Those berries were so very tiny (taking a very long time to show any progress in a bucket) , but so very sweet and juicy. These went into the strawberry shortcake. A few years later, Grandpa discovered that he was a pretty good strawberry grower and that ended the 'strawberry picking event'. He planted strawberry plants in the garden behind the house in at least 4 long rows. I think he loved growing those berries - they were huge and even better than the little bitty wild ones. Grandpa so loved his berries that he put down papers and plastic to keep the weeds out. He also stood guard over them to protect against birds or whatever else would try to steal his berries. He would pull out his lawn chair and set there with his shotgun across his lap - guarding the berries.
Nancy: We all remember Grandpa sitting under the June apple tree with his gun across his lap waiting for some impudent crow to try to swoop in and pick a strawberry.( And I think I remember Grandppa being a very good shot)"
He also did this for cherries and anything else the birds thought they might have a taste of around the his house. Maybe that's why we all remembered Grandma's strawberry short cakes - because she had an abundance of berries during the season for many years.
Robert:As I look back, Grandma performed a yeoman's feat every day during 'crop season', particularly when the corn in the back field had to be tended to. She would work along side everyone else for about 4 hours, then 'go to the house' and prepare a feast,...every day! We had ham, chicken, roast Actually astonishing! And everything was delicious. And nothing was burned. She made the best strawberry shortcake I have ever eaten! Ever! I was probably 9 or 10, and she worried that she couldn't 'fatten Robert up'. Goodness knows she tried, with all those apple pies she had me eat. They were yummy, and I didn't gain an ounce! I think when Granny went back into her pantry she could be favorably compared to a modern day David Copperfield. She was magic in the kitchen.beef, buiscuts, corn bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, and two or three kinds of pies! Remarkable!
Glen: Best I remember, this experience was picking the wild strawberries in field across the road from Grandpa's house, not in the strawberry garden at the back of the house. I am not sure how old I was. I was old enough to ride my bike back and forth to Grandpa's and Grandma's house from our house. I guess I wasn't picking the area very clean but going for whatever berries I saw at the time. Grandpa told me to pick what I was close to and to quit wandering around and stepping on the other strawberries. I guess I didn't comply very well, so he told me again. I don't think we advanced to be "blooming idiot" stage. I put my strawberry picking container down and told Grandpa I was leaving. When I got to our house, I told Mom and Dad I left because Grandpa wouldn't let me walk on the ground in the strawberry patch. Seemed reasonable to me at the time. As we now have grandchildren of our own, I wonder if I exercise the patience that Grandpa and especially Grandma Cox showed while we were growing up.
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