Few things spell Swedish summer more than a cake with strawberries. For Swedes, strawberries are sacred - they're available for a short period, and during those weeks, people eat as much as they possibly can. I still haven't seen any Swedish strawberries (and of course, they are much better than all the others) but there has been some nice Belgian ones around for a while.
A few days ago, Per came home with something strange. It was two small cartons of strawberry cream. As in strawberry-flavored whipping cream. Weird. Very weird. But, they had been giving them away as samples at the store, and I thought I'd give it a go. I couldn't think of that much to do with it (a mousse? Maybe...) so my mind quickly landed on strawberry cake. Off to the store again to get
You can see that the cream is really pink. Well, it was. And did it taste good? Sure. It was fine - not very sweet, and with a pronounced strawberry (as in strawberry ice cream) flavor. But it's not something I'd buy on my own. And I'm still wondering what to do with the second one, that's still left. Oh well. :)
And here's another pic of it, just for good measure. You can see that there's a bundle of sliced berries in the middle layer, too.