tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446802283239662385.post3823676017846170289..comments2023-03-10T03:01:25.839-05:00Comments on Little Compton Mornings: Strawberry Fields—Not Forever IIJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068348526232036423noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446802283239662385.post-32903656651597004852010-06-21T22:44:24.930-04:002010-06-21T22:44:24.930-04:00Looks great.Looks great.Jordannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446802283239662385.post-46902182529429847152010-06-20T10:05:28.991-04:002010-06-20T10:05:28.991-04:00Ah yes, the butter. Me too.Ah yes, the butter. Me too.Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11068348526232036423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446802283239662385.post-62519518371763233982010-06-20T10:01:12.347-04:002010-06-20T10:01:12.347-04:00Cornmeal cake!! This is the one Aunt Lo would sl...Cornmeal cake!! This is the one Aunt Lo would slide into the oven as the cornbread/biscuits came out. <br /><br />It would still be slightly warm when the bowls of crushed, sugared berries were passed, and a little slick of just-churned sweet butter across the cut surface of the cake only added to the charm.<br /><br />Lovely memory.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.com