Ohio? Didn't we lose my brother in Colorado?
Half a century ago my family made a cross country sojourn in the old Ford. Six people were packed into a non air-conditioned car for thousands of miles in the middle of summer; three of them stinky teenage boys plus one chatty little four-year-old girl. This is the very stuff that makes warm family memories. Too bad I can’t remember any except the fuzzy-gray traumatic one where we lose my older brother somewhere on a mountain in Colorado. Fortunately there is proof we found him again, evidenced by his Bar Mitzvah photo the next fall.Determined to subvert that history, thirty years later we piled our own two pre-teen girls into the tiny backseat of an air conditioned Subaru station wagon and took off west. It marked the beginning of the big move to California from Vermont, leaving behind very cold winters to happily bask in the fog and sunshine that would San Francisco Bay.
Road food would rule. Motels with pools were the late afternoon destination. Think Route 66, but not nearly as awesome. Also not awesome were the two sullen pre-teenagers and their battery eating Walkmans which killed the glamour of the road trip more quickly than running out of Dunkin Donuts. We called them the Misses Bickersons not 50 miles into the trip because they argued constantly. The oldest had just declared herself a vegetarian. The youngest had yet to realize that food came in more than the Gulp versions and that 7-11 was not owned by the government nor located at every intersection no matter how many times she asked.
Miss vegetarian Bickerson was getting cranky trying to find something beyond macaroni and cheese or salad to eat. Sadly, even her veggie western omelet (in Denver) was almost sent back because it had touched ham. It probably is fodder for therapy at some point, but we made her eat it anyway. Not one of us could stand her crankiness in the confines of the car for one more day. The girl needed some protein.
In an old keepsake box is the evidence; rules ratified and signed in the very first miles of the trip between the two warring Bickersons. The list is preserved for posterity or the national archives, whichever asks first. On it are classics – no spitting, burping or other gross bodily functions. No flapping lips unless it is your designated talking minute. No touching the other’s side of the (compact) back seat. No slurping drinks (my rule) and no singing aloud with the Walkman. The best rule? No talking until 7AM. Let’s just say that one child was quite cheerfully chatty from the moment her eyes opened, no matter how early. The rest of us needed shots of high-test coffee.
Starting out before dawn to beat the late afternoon triple digit heat, we’d begin driving at 5AM and stop at 3PM to seek the coolness of the pool and some early dessert. Aside from the gallons of really bad coffee we guzzled, almost 786 versions of tired American pie dotted the road food landscape. Thankfully, there was an alternative. Since it was late June there was also strawberry shortcake. Lots of it.
Sometimes the shortcake was a biscuit – other times it was pound cake gone awry. And once in a while it was a cross between a scone and a biscuit. The scones won our hearts. Not a summer goes by since then, that as soon as the berries show up at our Farmer’s Markets; we are making shortcakes until the supply is gone.
We’ve been thinking about a road trip again and it is almost strawberry season everywhere. This trip, the backseat will be filled by tiny Lulu and Phoebe who sleep when the car is moving. They will gladly eat meat and everything else offered, including strawberries.
The Walkman is long gone, replaced by the iPod – which magically plugs into the car. Sometimes change is a good thing, just as long as no one messes with strawberry shortcake.
Road Trip Strawberry Shortcake
- 2 cups flour (for gluten free flour – plus 1 tspn. xanthan gum)
- ¼ cup sugar
- Pinch Salt
- 6 tablespoons unsalted butter very cold, cut into small pieces
- 1 large egg
- 1 tablespoon lemon or orange zest
- 1 cup heavy cream
- ½ cup currants, dried cranberries, fresh blueberries, (optional)
- 2 pints (or more) fresh strawberries cut into quarters
- 2 tablespoons sugar (1 per pint)
- 1 tablespoon Grand Marnier
Whipped Cream Topping
- 1 pint heavy whipping cream
- 1 tablespoon sugar
- Splash of vanilla
SconesPreheat oven to 400 degrees. Line a baking sheet with a silpat or parchment
In a food processor, pulse together flour, baking powder, sugar and pinch of salt (and xanthan gum if using gf flour). Drop in the cold butter pieces and pulse until it looks like coarse cornmeal. Remove to a large bowl.
Pour one cup of cream into a small bowl. Add the egg and mix well. Add the zest and stir. Pour into the dry mix and using a fork mix just until incorporated. Add the optional dried fruit and mix. Dough will be very sticky. Using floured hands, knead the dough a few turns until it is smooth. Cut in half. Roll each half into a ball and place on floured board.
Flatten slightly and cut into four pieces. Place on silpat lined baking sheet. Bake about 18 minutes until lightly brown. Cool.
StrawberriesWash, dry and quarter berries. Mix in sugar and liquor. Cover and refrigerate several hours or overnight. Bring to room temperature before serving.
Whipped CreamWhip the heavy cream with a mixer or by hand after adding sugar and vanilla. Keep cold.
AssemblyUsing serrated knife – cut the scones in half. Spoon a generous serving of berries and juices onto bottom half of scone. Top with whipped cream and place other half of scone, offset on top.
Bon appétit and happy trails.