(1980 memoirs)
We were going to have Shortcake! And so we did. Here in the middle of the table was a wonderful strawberry short cake, and at our places we each had a small plate, fork and spoon. Nothing else at all. I think I just ate one big piece, but they kept on, piece after piece, until it was all all gone! The crust was warm and brown and crunchy on the outside, a good crumb within. And the berries, sweet of themselves, were also sugared and so delicious! I have never seen a meal more enjoyed, bite for bite -- right to the last berry.
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