It all started with this post from Simple Analogy. “A different Popsicle for every week of summer?” I thought, “how delightful!” So I adopted the practice.
Ziz and Enz both helped lob the tops off the berries. Moo wasn’t much interested in that, she busied herself with the bowl of grapes she discovered on the kitchen table.
I don’t have photos of the rest of the process because the lighting in my kitchen is equivalent to that of a cave, but here’s how it went down.
After the kids cut the leaves off a pound of strawberries we piled them in the blender with 2 tablespoons of sugar and the zest and juice of one lime then we blended it all to smithereens, poured it in the molds and froze it. Then today…
Now, I have to mention that I have some house rules about Popsicle consumption. Namely, all who wish to partake must do so outside while wearing a bib.