I almost forgot to make an image of this cake (the same one that Katie and I made... I made it again while at home in Iowa), remembering only when it was almost halfway gone. But I'm happy to have remembered at all, so that I was able to include it on the kitchen windowsill, with my childhood yard in the background, and one of Grandma's roses in a vase.
Speaking of this cake. There were three pieces left of it in a tupperware container in the fridge not more than 24 hours after I first made it. I came in from swimming that afternoon and my aunt, sitting in the kitchen, said:
"You're going to hate me."
I looked at her and said, "Uh-oh. Why?"
She grimaced. "I thought that Tupperware container had the potatoes in it. So I microwaved it for dinner..."
(Dawning comprehension.) "You.... you did what?"
"I microwaved the cake."
"For how long?"
"About five minutes."
Mournfully, I approached the Tupperware container. Nothing remained but a stinky, fried mess of strawberries and gooey whipped cream.
It took me most of the night to forgive her...
Image made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.