The Best Organic Berry Trifle

 

An Organic Berry trifle almost shouts summer to me. Oh, those steamy hot days with the sun on your shoulders and the warm summer breeze blowing through your hair.  The scent of sunscreen in the air while you grab every bucket and basket you own and go out to pick berries with the family. Laughter dances on the warm breeze. You call to the children when you notice they are still on their first basket of berries and when they turn around their chin and lips are stained red with the juice and so is their shirts and sundresses.  You wipe your brow, the sweat beading on your forehead under your floppy summer hat.  You shake your head and laugh as they try to look innocent of eating all of their labor and the little rays of sunlight dance across your face.  Bringing home big baskets of berries into the kitchen and the look on grandma’s face as she ties on her apron and gets ready to make some magic of her own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out comes the old mixer and all of her ingredients.  She has done this so many times, she does not even need a recipe.  She learned it from her own mother’s side and her mother before her.  It is like it is all part of the family. Like picture albums that you share when the family all comes and sits around the table.  Recipes are like that you know.  That old chili recipe and the one for great grandma’s chocolate cake.  Here comes her organic berry trifle. Oh, you don’t have to use organic ingredients if you don’t want to. Just use what you have right there in your kitchen.  That is the way of a good recipe.  If you have allergies or things you can’t eat then just pick something else that you love or that is good for you, grandma would want it that way. She would love you and want the very best for you. 

 

First, she mixes up the Angel food cake. It looks so good right in the bowl. She scoops it out into the greased pan and you just hope she does not scrape off all of the batter with that spatula.  The chair you are standing on wobbles a little and you lick your lips as your finger is tempted to scoop up a bit of batter as the beaters sit dripping on grandmas old plate.  You stare at it like a man in the desert looks at a glass of water. Your mouth is watering.  Grandma is humming a song you have heard a hundred times and you start to ask to lick the beater you noticed that she has stopped humming.  You look up, and you find that she is looking down at you and smiling. Oh, that grandma smile.  She laughs and throws her arms around your little shoulders and you smile so big your cheeks feel like they could break.  Grandma had the very best hugs.  She lets go and picks up the sticky beater hands it to you. As you take it into your hand a line of batter drips slowly off the beater and down your fist. You smile and she just nods her approval as you take the first lick.  Thank you Grandma, you say with your face all a mess. She knows you like the back of her hand.

 

When the cake comes out of the oven the whole house smells like a dream.  Waiting is about the hardest thing a child has to do.  When finally it has cooled she turns it out of the pan and it light and airy and perfect.  She slices up the berries and prepares the whipped cream.  I can almost taste it now, can you?

 

No, use what you have available measure for measure.

 

Use Any Deep Sided Bowl Or Food Grade Ice Bucket.

 

 strawberries I would make it at the last minute really because of the whipped cream.

 

I would use a sturdy bowl and put it in a box larger than your bowl with a towel around the edges to make sure it stays standing upright.

 

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