Strawberry Shortcake Berry Bitty Adventures Huckleberry Pie Novels & Stories

“We’ll get our morning snacks when we stop for gas.” “Just a half a beef jerky? Eww,” Gemma groaned. "Kyle that's gross." “Beggars can’t be choosers, Gemma. Besides, I don’t think you’ll starve to death between now and our first pit stop.” Gemma sat back in her seat with a dramatic sigh. “I just might. I need a mocha and a powdered doughnut, stat.” “Quit being overly dramatic. You’re not going to school to be a drama major,” Kyle laughed.

After that, Anna would occasionally see Kim appear in the Five Roses bar as a substitute bartender for those who could not be on duty. “Honey, the table in the corner. This is yours~” Kim placed on Anna’s tray a strawberry cocktail, the light pink color in the glass darkening from the bottom to the rim. On the side of the glass, there is also half a red berry, which looks very delicious. Anna looked at the cocktail in fascination. She did not regret praising Kim. “Miss Kim, this strawberry cocktail is beautiful. Your skills seem to be getting better and better!” Kim heard Anna’s compliment, and she laughed haha, hands patting her enormous chest.

“I’ve already eaten far too many today, and I’d hate to see them go to waste.” “I want a chocolate one,” Riley said, his eyes as big as saucers. “Okay, there are a few different chocolate ones. There’s the chocolate, caramel, and marshmallow one, and there’s a wagon wheel one—” “Wagon wheel?” “You know, like the biscuit? It has chocolate strawberry jam and marshmallows. And then there’s chocolate mud and chocolate peanut butter.” “All of them,” Riley said. Rosie laughed. “I don’t think so. You can pick one for now and one for after dinner. What do you think your dad would like?”

A small seating area featured pastel-colored chairs and tables just the right height for kids, with plush cushions shaped like clouds and stars. Zoe’s eyes widened as she took in the flavors: Vanilla Bean, Chocolate Truffle, Strawberry Swirl, Salted Caramel, Cookies & Cream, Cotton Candy, Bubblegum Blast, Rainbow Sherbet, Birthday Cake, S’mores Delight, Honey Lavender, Mango Passionfruit, Blueberry Cheesecake, Peanut Butter Swirl, Choco Mint Crunch. "Which one should I pick first?" Zoe asked, pointing at the bright rainbow sherbet. "Hmm… maybe everything?" Bella suggested as her eyes sparkled. "I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!"

"I've got your coffees for you. Just as you like 'em." "Hey, there, sweetheart," says Bill, wiggling his salt-and-pepper eyebrows at me. "I don't suppose you've got a little extra sugar for me tonight, do you?" "Not tonight," I tease. "Unless you're talking about some dessert. We've got some good flavors of pie this week - lemon meringue, apple crisp, and peanut butter banana. We also have some mixed berry cobbler. I recommend getting it with the scoop of vanilla ice cream on top."

Jessie cleaned up their dinner dishes and put them on the bottom empty shelf of the cart. She lifted the lids on the four smaller dishes to identify the desserts when she pulled them out and set them on top. She knew a lot of the Species weren’t fond of chocolate and ignored the fudge cake to study the other dishes. One was a mixed-fruit concoction piled on what appeared to be angel food cake. The other two were pieces of apple and pumpkin pie. She glanced at Justice for a moment, trying to decide which one

She smiled at me and said, "Oh, Dr. Gilmore, you're here so early! Have you had breakfast? I have some freeze-dried strawberries." She handed me a big packet of freeze-dried strawberries from the bedside table as she spoke. I stood frozen, momentarily forgetting to take it. I shifted my gaze to the bedside table. In addition to the freeze-dried strawberries, there were chocolates, fruit roll-ups, candies, and caramel frappuccino. They were all the treats Adrian always picked out for me. I heard myself ask in disbelief, "Are these all the things you like to eat?" "Yes! I've loved sweets since I was young. Adrian had always bought me these delicious snacks."

Pies cooling on racks, trays of cookies lined up like soldiers, and Brielle piping whipped cream on a strawberry shortcake topped with blueberries, shaped like a flag. “Bosslady, we’re running low on pecan tarts!” Matthew called from the ovens. “Add another batch, quick,” I said, adjusting the knot of my apron. Fireworks wouldn’t start until tonight, but already, people were in high spirits. Some wore red, white, and blue beads; others came in swimsuits under their cover-ups, talking about heading to the beach after grabbing sweets. By noon, the cases were nearly empty. I wiped my brow and leaned against the counter, breathless but satisfied.

I hired a team to serve the canapes and other finger foods. Not to mention my own range of personal desserts. The menu is my mischief. I designed the sweets and named them with a wicked smile. There are Break the Chain lemon tartlets with a sable so crisp it snaps in perfect silence. Fresh Start pavlova kisses… one-bite clouds with passionfruit seed popping scandalously on the tongue. Signed, Sealed, Delighted profiteroles dusted in edible gold. Freedom Bites. One mouthful-sized mille-feuilles stacked with caramel shards.

Peter asked, looking at her belly with curiosity. "Well… back home, I used to love making berry cheesecake. It’s my favorite. And I love melon—I could eat it all day. Strawberries, any kind of berries, really. But sometimes… I just want pizza. And when I do, I can eat a whole one by myself." Peter looked at her, clearly intrigued. How could someone crave both berries and an entire pizza? "Alright. On the way, we’ll stop at a bakery and get you that cheesecake you like. And I know a guy who makes amazing pizza—best you’ll ever have. What do you say?"