Friday, June 15, 2018

Going to the Strawberry Festival

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

You have to admit, a strawberry is a pretty (and I mean that literally) photogenic fruit.

Every year, Mr. L and I go to a local Strawberry Festival. 



There's only one thing wrong.

I HATE STRAWBERRIES.

To make a long story short, when I was about 8, I was home sick from school and barfing. But, being a good Mum, mine made me some Jell-O, because when you're sick, you should keep up your fluids, and Jell-O is easy on the tummy.

My Mum made strawberry Jell-O.

What went in, soon came out. Since that day, the idea of eating strawberries (and even just the smell of strawberries) makes me nauseous.

Everybody I know loves strawberries. They're beautiful. I have made strawberry recipes for other people, but I can't stand them.

So, why do I go to the Strawberry Festival?

Fried dough.  One of the churches sells it. So, Mr. L. gets strawberry shortcake and I get fried dough and we're both happy.

So, bring on that Strawberry Festival!

Have you ever been to a festival for something you can't stand?



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