We went to a lovely supper club on Sunday night (another post is in the works about it), and I can't seem to get this simple cake out of my mind. It was sitting on the counter when we walked in and was in my line of sight the whole time we were there. I was bummed when I found out it wouldn't be served, but it got me thinking. I never realized how elegant the humble strawberry can be.
Now I'm dreaming of a lazy-day, sun-drenched afternoon party in the park.