Tower of tumbling strawberries

Late summer is in the air and autumn is coming. With it comes the thoughts of cooking treats and even having the oven on again. Of course, on a 30 degree afternoon it's hard to remember what you were thinking that morning when it was a misty 18.

The meringue mountain is wreathed in puffy clouds of rose-water scented cream. A scattered shower of strawberries has landed on the mountain slopes, lightly dusted with sugar-coated rose petals (sneakily snuck from beautiful roses up and down the street, ones that blew open in the heat and that are neglected enough to never have been sprayed).

And it was good. Good thing there were six of us to polish it off!