When I was young, my aunt would babysit me and my cousins. In the summer, she would take us to Mabe's Berry Patch. We would spend hours picking and eating fresh strawberries. Once we were back at her house, she would make us wait outside while she prepared one of her famous strawberry cakes. We watched through her white screened-in porch door smelling the amazing aroma. While the cakes were cooling, she would make the homemade icing. I remember thinking that was the prettiest pink polka-dotted cake I'd ever seen and I could not wait for a slice.