Well it was bound to happen eventually: we cheated just a little bit on this one. It was a popsicle, and it was local. But it wasn’t grape. I mean, who wants a grape popsicle? No one. And that’s what no one makes them except whatever that brand is you buy at the grocery when you’ve got 10 kids over at your house on a summer day.
We figured the locally made was more important. And let’s face it — more delicious. Leo tried a strawberry kiwi, I had a passion fruit, and Rory chose something blue called cookie monster. We also had our niece, who slurped a cotton candy flavored mess.
Sorry Lemon Cake, but grapes belong in the fridge, or fermented in my wine glass. 🙂
I still call it a win!
