My cool neighbor Scott brought us some fresh strawberries his mother had picked up in NOLA. After the shrimp and grits Chance was still hungry so I asked Heather to make some of her fluffy, tart buttermilk biscuits. A few minutes later they were in the oven and I diced the strawberries. I tossed them with some sugar, cream, and a touch of Grand Manier. I whipped some cream with a touch of vanilla paste and sugar. The biscuits were still warm and we all chowed down.