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Independence Day trifle

While I was grocery shopping on Monday, I noticed that the store had strawberries AND blueberries, both for an acceptable price, both apparently free of mold and other signs of squishiness. This is something that doesn't happen very often. So I bought both, with the intention of making the trifle recipe here, with a few ingredient modifications. The occasion? The Fourth of July, of course!

The thing is, fruit here goes bad very quickly, so we ended up making our red/white/blue trifles on July 2nd instead of July 4th. It's just how it had to be, because there are very few food-related things sadder than spending $5 on a piddly amount of blueberries and having them spoil on you 24 hours later.

To make our trifles more authentic, we invited over Magdalena's British BFF. It was only later that I realized that inviting her to participate in our trifle-making could be seen as being mildly subversive on my part, considering what we are celebrating on Independence Day. But I'm pretty sure they were too excited about fruit + cream + Oreos to notice.

Turns out, trifle doesn't look so pretty when kids assemble it. But that's ok. In our hearts, we knew it was red, white, and blue, even if the layers were indistinguishable in the end.

Happy Fourth of July!

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