A few days ago, I thought I'd make a cake for a friend of mine who's been going through some extraordinarily rough stuff lately. I had a beautiful cake in mind, and thought I'd gussy it up with some whipped cream and strawberries.
Well, I learned almost immediately that whipped cream out of a can disintegrates upon contact with fresh strawberries. Within five minutes of completion, the cake was a melty, watery-whipped creamed mess with strawberries sliding all over. There was nothing about this disaster that would make my friend feel any better, so I put the cake in my fridge for my family to eat and took her some flowers instead.
Four days later, look what's still in my fridge:
Somehow, the cake has evolved into something crusty, yet slimy. Yum.
But, notice the fork. That's been there for three days, too.
