Yummy Malaysiana: strawberry summer cake

It is not summer yet. In fact, its been raining for more than a week, and another week the one in which I presume well be introduced to our new mosquito overlords is promised. In fact, it was so cold that I met a friend for lunch today and had to wear both a light wool sweater and a jacket. Its almost like summer looked at New York City and said pbbbblt!

But I know its coming. I know its coming because strawberries appeared at the Greenmarkets last week and if you think I dork out pretty badly when the first asparagus stalks appear, you aint seen nothing like my the strawberries are here! dance. (And hopefully, you never will, or at least until Jacob gets his tell-all YouTube channel.) Suffice it to say that it is awkward but thats almost besides the point. Strawberries the kind that really taste like strawberries are always promised for weeks before they appear and without fail, I go overboard when they arrive, bringing home pounds, plural, when a single box would get us through the weekend. When Monday rolls around and the strawberries are on their last legs, if you listen closely to them, theyll tell you that this cake is how theyd like to go out.