A beautiful, vibrant rainbow greeted us yesterday morning
when we looked out the kitchen window. My 3-year-old daughter Pamela was
especially excited to see the colorful wonder. I couldn't help but hope the
special sighting signified promise for our day.
But as the rainbow faded and more rain sprinkles showered
our neighborhood, our hope for strawberry picking later in the morning dimmed. Pamela
put on her "strawberry" dress anyway, perhaps drawing hope from the
rainbow that we would be bringing home buckets of strawberries before the day
was over. It's always good to follow the lead of a young child with dreams and
determination. Her middle name is Hope, after all.
We didn't get to the strawberry patch in the morning.
Instead we took Joseph to the allergist for his immunotherapy shots for several
environmental allergies. I was happy to cross the errand off of our list for
the week, but I should have remembered that those shots also exemplify hope.
Hope that someday Joseph, 8, will be desensitized to at least some of those
allergies that induce asthma attacks and contact reactions. I've already seen
improvement in him after more than a year of receiving the treatment. Those
shots also spur hope that the immunotherapy treatments currently being studied
for food allergies could also someday help my son, who is allergic to peanuts,
tree nuts, wheat, milk, egg, soy, sesame and mustard.
I still wasn't too hopeful that we'd get strawberries when
we left for story time yesterday afternoon. But as I wrote recently, a visit to
the
library always brings smiles. When we left the library after yet another
fun story time, the sun was shining and we finally headed to DJ's Berry Patch to pick strawberries.
Joseph and Pamela were so excited to carry their buckets
into the field and start filling them with bright red strawberries. Of course,
they tasted a few upon picking them to make sure they were just as sweet and
juicy as they looked. Pamela loved the tiny strawberries and said they looked
like little lights when she picked one with the skinny stem so it swung in her
hand like a tiny fairy light. Joseph liked the cool-shaped strawberries that
almost looked like little, chubby hands. Both couldn't wait to get home to sink
their teeth into more of their juicy haul and had lots of ideas about what we
should make first.
First, we just enjoyed the strawberries as they were –
delightfully sweet in their own right. Then, we had some chocolate-covered
strawberries using melted Enjoy
Life Mega Chunks. Today, we made deliciously creamy, dairy-free strawberry
ice cream. I also made a batch of strawberry jam for us to enjoy tomorrow on warm bread (King
Arthur Flour gluten-free bread mix) that I will bake in the morning with
Pamela, my willing assistant. I have fond memories of enjoying my grandparents'
homemade strawberry jam as a child. They made and preserved fabulous jam each
season, including peach, plum, marmalade and strawberry, which always had a way
of bringing me comfort. I make an extremely simple jam recipe – there is
no pectin or sealing jars with wax for me. This method works for my low patience level, yet still provides a comforting, sweet
addition to our meals.
We still have a bucket of strawberries left from our picking
to enjoy. Joseph has requested strawberry shortcake. We made Cybele Pascal's
recipe for strawberry shortcake from her Allergen-Free
Baker's Handbook last weekend and it was a big hit. But perhaps we will make her allergy-free
strawberry cupcakes for tomorrow's strawberry treat.
I am thrilled that such a simple food is so sweet and
healthy in itself. It is even more exciting for my kids that there are so many
yummy treats we can create with the juicy fruit that are allergy friendly. Even
better is the joy I had spending some time in a strawberry patch with two kids
who were happy as could be because of a field of fruit. Red has been a
prevalent color on my children's faces for us since seeing that rainbow
yesterday. I'm so glad that my daughter's hope that was reflected in that
rainbow was fulfilled.