No matter how often I curse the eternal sun in California (I’m more of a scarf-weather girl), I’m grateful for one thing: the freshest, best fruit that all the sunshine brings to my table and into my mixing bowl.

I felt like baking this weekend. I often get like that, wanting to bake for the sake of baking, the ritual of measuring flour the way my Lola did (very carefully and humming the entire time.) I knew I wanted to make some sort of muffin, and I looked into the fridge and saw a carton of fresh strawberries. Went online, found this great recipe, and went to town. The interesting thing about this is that it calls for strawberries to be chopped and mixed with some sugar, which draws the juice out of the fruit. You drain the fruit and use the liquid to mix into your batter.


Decided that mini muffins would be prettier and daintier, considering how strawberries are the ultimate feminine fruit! Also, I had a dream last week that I was Alice In Wonderland, and I was eating those tiny cakes that made her grow into a giant. Teehee.


The finishing touch was a drizzling of simple glaze.

Little berry bites all ready to go! All in all, this baking experiment was a:

Have a berry good weekend, all!
























