Strawberry and Cream Tart
The strawberry agriturismo nearby had its harvest a few weeks ago and it gave me visions of cream and more cream for some reason. I had to go there pretty often when MIL was around as she fed herself more or less on all sorts of
expensive delicious fruit and no matter how many kgs of cherries or strawberries you bought they would disappear within a day or 2.
So it was on auto-pilot that I made my way to the strawberry farm even after MIL's departure. I paid for 2 kgs of strawberries and then remembered that there wasn't really anybody around to eat them - before they perish.
At the same time I kept seeing cream everywhere and since my newly-ordered toy of pleasure has yet to arrive, cream would have to go to the stomach in more orthodox ways. It's the weather, it makes one hallucinate at times.
The supermarket was selling this new product : chocolate short-crust pastry. I had whipping cream and mascarpone in the fridge, lots of vanilla-ed sugar (as in real vanilla pods kept in a jar of sugar - nothing chemical) and a stock of Havana rum. Put them together and you get a Strawberry and Cream Tart.