Photo Friday: Travel Cake

I’m combining this week’s Photo Friday theme of travel with the cake-themed celebration for the 300th (200th) Stirrup Queens Friday Blog Roundup. Happy Birthday, Roundup!

Here is a photo of a cake seen in my many travels. When I travel, I absolutely see all of the sights and museums that each place has to offer, but I also seek out the local yummies. Some people might explore bars or restaurants, but you’ll find me in the bakeries and sweet shops of the world.

This cake is actually not one that I tried, nor would I ever eat it, because I don’t like cheesecake, but oh it is beautiful. A lot of love obviously went into arranging those strawberries. Since I didn’t eat it, I can’t tell you whether “Strawberry Cheesecake” refers only to the fruit on top or to any flavoring within the cake. Perhaps you’d like to go to this fine bakery in this lovely city and taste for yourself.

Let’s play a game. Want to guess where in the world I found it?

Now I need to go finish packing for New York! First stop, Dora and Sunshine. Then, the post-BlogHer ALI meetup.

Photo Friday: Play

(Note: Children pictured.)

The theme this week for Calliope’s Photo Friday is play.

Here is a snapshot of what play looks like in my house, minus the parts where they snatch toys out of each other’s hands, crawl over each other en route to a toy, try to teethe on their twin’s skull, etc. Sometimes peaceful as depicted below, often not so peaceful, but always colorful, in every sense of the word.

Photo Friday: My Cat the Junkie

Calliope needs some cheering up, so I must oblige by joining this week’s Photo Friday.

A few years ago, one of my cat’s canine teeth got dislodged and prevented her from eating or drinking. The vet figured that while she was under anesthesia for the dental surgery, she might as well have a growth on her shoulder removed and biopsied. After the surgery, my poor cat had to wear a little sweater to keep her from licking the stitches. In addition to two weeks of twice-a-day antibiotics, I had to administer a week of morphine. The first week of medication was much easier, because she was so stoned from the morphine; once she’d kicked, in the second week, she started objecting strongly to the antibiotics. This photo is from the first day after surgery, when my poor, stumbling, doped up cat tried to sleep off her opiate high, oblivious to her unfashionable gauze sweater.

If it weren’t for the sweater, the photo could be from any day, with my sweet girl curled up in a ball fast asleep.