Associations (Strawberry, Tomato & Mozzarella Salad)
This is SO totally off topic. But whenever strawberries are around, I can only think of one thing...
"What is that one thing?" you might ask (Well, at least you ask in my imagination - and since I have to live with my imagination and imaginary conversations, I get to make the rules).
To that question I would answer this: "Strawberry Shortcake. As in the doll. Not the dessert." (Although, I am a huge fan of the dessert too).
I know that this is pin-pointing my age bracket a little too close for my own comfort (although, I can still truthfully admit that I have yet to make friends with the big 4-0... In a few short years, that admission won't be so truthful) - but growing up, I had the BIGGEST collection of Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Which included Apple Dumplin' (and Tea Time Turtle). The Purple Pie Man. Blue Berry Muffin. Angel Cake. Huckleberry Pie. Orange Blossom. Lem and Ada. Mint Tulip (my favorite). Sour Grapes (with the pet snake wrapped around her neck). And many others whose names I won't bother you with. And they all came with their own particular theme related scent.
I never owned a Barbie doll (at least not a "for real" one), but the Strawberry Shortcake dolls - almost every single one was in my possession. Really.
And I would play with them all day long... Hey, I was like the only kid in the neighborhood, since we lived out in the country. And this was back in the day of like three TV channels. I could play with my toys or read (which I also did a lot of).
Which brings me to salad. Didn't you see that jump???? Tomato, basil & mozzarella salad - but with a twist. Strawberries. Who knew? Strawberries & tomato go together. For real.
Slice your ingredients. Splash with a little bit of olive oil & basalmic. Hit with a dash of salt & pepper. Done. Now, my go-to TB&M salad (because we make this all the time) has become my TBM&S salad. Which means that it now hits most of the major food groups. The Food Pyramid people would be so proud.
About those dolls. I still have them. In a box. With their little fat heads and squat little pets. And twenty-some odd (OK, almost thirty some-odd...) years later, most of them still have their scent. Weird, huh????
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