All's Well That Ends Well, or, If You Give a Boy a Strawberry

It was a beautiful morning. We had fresh strawberries with whole wheat waffles for breakfast. I dutifully cleared the table, washed the dishes (it was sunny, after all), and went to the other room for a few minutes. When I returned, there was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth...

Behold, the strawberry carnage!!! Scott had broken into the remaining package of strawberries, taken one bite of each, and strewn them across the table. Sigh....
















My brilliant husband calmed me by whipping up a batch of strawberry syrup, which we consumed the next morning at breakfast over a new batch of waffles. I guess all's well that ends well.