Strawberry Shortcake Berry Bitty Adventures Lemon Meringue Novels & Stories

He will wait until the day she'll completely change into a different person. "I made some strawberry tarts. Don't worry it's not too sweet. I made sure the sweetness balances with the lemon citrus ingredient I added in," Amber said and hurriedly took out the tart out of the fridge. "I want you to taste it and if there's anything that needs to be improved. I plan to add this to my business' menu." As someone who dislikes sweets, Max pushed the tart away. "Ask Linda to taste this. I don't like to eat something sweet."

— Leia Steele — “Strawberries? Blueberries? Um… a few peach slices?” I turned to Edith who was smiling from ear to ear as she watched me with fascination. “You’re missing just one more ingredient,” she says to me as she raises her fork with a piece of pie stuck to it. She wiggles her fork and the smell of the freshly-baked pastry fills my nose. “A little bit of lemon juice!” I said with much confidence after being able to detect which exact ingredients she had baked int it.

“Demi, Heron’s made his choice and I’m not going anywhere. Only spoiled children cry over what does not belong to them. Perhaps England has not done much for you in the maturity department.” Small snickers came from the mouths of others. My vicious eyes on hers were so intent that I kept them solely in her direction. Heron covers my hand with his. I sliced down on the meat with much vigor and pushed a chunk into my mouth. Demi pouts. Dessert came after. There were several choices, such as berries and cream crepes, cheesecake stuffed with strawberries, blueberry ice cream, and lemon raspberry cake. I settled on the blueberry ice cream, and Heron took the cheesecake.

Not bothered by any of it, Liam darts off toward the ice cream booth. "Watch for cars!" Bennett yells, but the parking lot is empty. "And what do you plan to order?" "Me? There's no question about it. I always order blueberry." Bennett laughs once, twisting his head in my direction, his eyes sparkling in the midday sun. "Blueberry? Two Scoops has over fifty flavors and you've only tried blueberry?" I shrug. "Why mess with perfection?"

He was so cute that Bella just wanted to hug him tight. After the meal was finished, Mrs. Potter retreated to the kitchen, only to return a few moments later with a beautiful dessert. She had made a blueberry lavender cheesecake. The purple and deep blue marbled through the dessert was beautiful. She had made a lavender lemon drizzle for the top, if you wanted it. Bella nodded, letting her drop a little on top. When Bella first took a taste, she nearly moaned in ecstasy. It was creamy, sweet, and tart, all at the same time. With just a hint of a heavier, floral flavor that just subtly enhanced the cream cheese flavor.

On the prep table, I had three options laid out: Mini lemon meringue tartlets — light, airy, and bright enough to awaken the palate. Almond shortbread cookies — buttery, delicate, with just enough crumble to melt on the tongue. Dark chocolate raspberry cake bites — rich but bite-sized, indulgent without being overwhelming. Cinnamon sugar cookies — warm, fragrant, and comforting; a classic addition. Each one had been tested, tweaked, and retested, but still, I found myself fussing over them. Adjusting the height of the meringue peaks. Checking the snap of the shortbread. Making sure the ganache glistened just right under the lights.

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.

We all try the rest of the cookies and finish our glasses of milk. Mr. Thorne passes Mr. Montgomery the list and he reads it out loud. "Okay so strawberry cheesecake is a yes, lemon is a maybe, blueberry is a no, chocolate chip is a obvious yes, cookies and cream is a maybe, macadamia nut is a yes and finally red velvet is a yes." "No Blueberry cookies?" Mr. Montgomery looks at Mr. Everhart. I finish the essay and switch the document from editing to suggesting. "Blueberry was okay but I didn't like the aftertaste" I explained then pass my laptop to Mr. Beaumont.

The sun hangs low, casting amber light across the water, and the lake glitters like it’s holding secrets just beneath the surface. We find a spot beneath an old tree with thick, gnarled roots and settle onto the soft grass. Lila opens the box with a flourish and hands me a fork like she’s presenting a royal treasure. “Blackberry lemon,” she says. “Tastes like mischief and regret.” I laugh. “Perfect.” The first bite is sweet, tart, and soft on my tongue. I let the flavor linger, staring out at the still water. Lila lies back, arms tucked behind her head, and watches the clouds drift.

Jones cleared her throat. "Because chocolate cake is boring. Red velvet is pretty, but too many people will do it." Angelina scrunched her little nose as she glanced between us. Then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh...wait, what about a strawberry lemonade cake, instead?" Damien raised his brows. "That's a thing?" "Yup!" Angelina nodded, confident. "It's pink and yellow and has icing that tastes like summer." "Are you sure?" I asked, titling my head slightly as I stared at Angelina.