Shortcakes like these hold a special place in my heart.
I think a lot of the time when people in North America think of “Shortcake” they imagine a vanilla sponge cake layered with berries and whipped cream.
But growing up in our house shortcakes meant something different. Shortcakes in my moms kitchen meant sweet, flaky, buttery, almost scone-like bundles of pastry joy, that were loaded with jam or fresh berry compote and borderline excessive amounts of freshly whipped cream…
In the summertime we would enjoy shortcakes like this for breakfast and dessert on repeat with all the fresh summer until they disappeared. Subsequently they have become one of my all time favourite indulgences. Honestly, just thinking about the word “Shortcake” gets my mouth watering, so I hope that you and your family will enjoy them as much as we always did.
Okay guys… I don’t know if you have noticed, but I am going through a bit of a homemade ice cream faze right now… oh you did notice? I guess it’s a bit obvious considering every second post of mine lately has been ice cream and most of my insta stories are me showing you my latest ice cream escapades…
Seriously it’s a problem. I swear my diet has become 90% ice cream over the past week, and I may need some serious help…
But for now, we are just going to ignore that elephant in the room (my ice cream addiction) because I made yet another batch of ice cream the other day, and it was just too damn good not to share!
Confession; I am no pro when it comes to frozen dessert photography. Honestly whenever I set out to photograph a tub of homemade ice cream or popsicles I’m lucky if I end up with a couple barely usable photos.
I always start my frozen dessert shoots off with so many hopes and dreams of what my photos will look like; however by the end of these shoots those high hopes and dreams are usually long gone and all that usually remains is a sticky, melted mess, which I will undoubtedly eat (despite it’s melted state) in an attempt to drown my photography sorrows. True story.
So this time, in the interest of not consuming an entire batch of popsicles to myself, I kept the photography for this one pretty simple, and as such; I will keep this post sweet & simple. Because let’s face it, the sooner I’m done here, the sooner you can be making these Raspberry Cheesecake Popsicles amiright?
Generally I am not a person who claims to know a lot about life. In fact if you asked me for advice about any particular subject in life, I would probably tell you that I am not the best person to ask. I’m twenty-six years old and I feel like I am in a constant state of learning when it comes to the everyday ups and downs of life. I make mistakes, and my mind feels like it’s changing all the time; So for the most part I am careful about making statements about what “I know” to be true in life.
That being said, if there was one thing I think I can say that I know for sure in this life, it’s that no matter what the situation, a freshly baked muffin always makes me feel a whole lot better. Do you feel the same way? Or maybe in your case it’s not a muffin – maybe it’s a chocolate chip cookie or a buttery scone or a slice of banana bread or a bowl of pasta.
Whatever the dish may be, I truly believe that when good food is prepared with love from the heart, it has the power to make the world feel a whole lot better; Even when we are feeling our most vulnerable or defeated. Do you guys feel the same way?
Those of you who have read previous blog posts will know that I have a little bit of a thing for jam; and when I say “a little thing” I mean, I will pretty much eat it on anything and I have no issue eating it straight from the jar. Like, “hi my name is Kristie and I am a jam addict…”
Seriously though. I love jam. I love alllll the jam. Every flavour; sweet or savoury – hit me up with a spoonful of that fruity goodness.
So a couple weeks ago, when the incredible Natalie from East Van Jam offered to send me a couple jars of her Raspberry and Blueberry Jam to try – it was literally like all of my jam dreams were coming true.