Don't tell my children, but Mother's Day means nothing to me. I like the little works of art they make at school, and I like their excitement about it, but that's it. My mother felt the same about the whole concept, so instead she bought a cake, to treat us. Now there's a tradition I like. That's easy, because I like traditions anyhow. I made this strawberry pavlova. Isn't this just summer-on-a-plate? I'm a decent cook, but baking is a whole other story. This pavlova however, is also for rookies like me. The hand that cuts the cake, did that also thirteen years ago. Happy anniversary!