Tonight I took the trolley to K’s for some summer grilling. We (by which I mean she, as I photographed her cat) pulled the grill up from the basement and set it up in the backyard as mosquitoes swarmed around K’s legs. Though I was of very little help while setting up the grill and coals (there were kittens, Kittens! in the adjacent lot), I eventually made myself useful in the kitchen preparing potatoes, corn, and strawberries.
So, in the tradition of what I hope are delicious recipes, here’s what I’ve got this time: grilled strawberries with whipped cream.
Wash and cut the stems off a pound of strawberries, and then set them cut side down in an ovenproof baking pan. I used a pan roughly 9X9 and they fit perfectly. Shake cinnamon over along with about a teaspoon of vanilla extract, then sprinkle brown sugar on top (honey would probably also work quite well).
Now comes the fun part, whipping the cream! Pour a pint of heavy cream into a large, round bottomed mixing bowl and add a couple tablespoons of white sugar, depending on how much you like sweet cream. We didn’t have any sugar, and I don’t like my whipped cream very sweet anyway, so I squirted in some agave nectar and it worked great. Then we set A’s friend to work whipping up a storm with a plastic bowl and whisk. He was a little too gentle, so A took over and whipped it good. You can pretty much tell when whipped cream is done, it becomes nice and stiff, and once that happens, STOP!!! If you whip too hard, it turns into butter, which is also cool, but doesn’t go quite as well with strawberries. (Does it? Somebody try it and tell me if buttered strawberries are any good.)
I also took some thin ginger cookies and crumbled them into a separate bowl.
When you’re almost ready for dessert, put the strawberries on the grill and let them heat up for about five minutes. They should emerge nice and hot. Serve with whipped cream and the crumbled cookies on top. If you’ve got fresh mint, a few sprigs on top would be delicious, too!
Voila! A super easy, incredibly tasty end to a grilled night. Afterwards, we sat around the table in the dark, listening to all the backyards around us and occasionally waving our arms in unison when the porch lights’ motion sensors couldn’t see us. ‘Hello!!!’ we waved, and they came back on.