Bill, I was raised on shortcake. We spent many summers up at the family camp, where wild strawberries grew in profusion. Of course it was us kids' job to gather them, and Aunt Cecile's job (with my young mom's help) was to make the shortcake on the old enamel woodstove we now have here at our home, as you've seen, in our entry passage. After feasting on the day's catch of brook trout, warm shortcake topped with chilled berries and peaks of real whipped cream was a nightly delicacy.

Shortcake is shortcake is shortcake, though-- the best shortcake you'll ever eat is always:


















whatever shortcake you are eating at the moment. It's.... it's downright metaphorical.

~Susan