Béatrice Peltre, my favorite food photographer, writes about cake over on her website, La Tartine Gourmande, which was recently refreshed to a new design:

When I was a little girl, my mother used to bake every Saturday. I can vividly remember those Saturdays. Repeating themselves, week after week. By mid-afternoon, she’d have scrubbed the house clean, opening the windows to let some fresh air in. The aromas of her cakes left to cool in the kitchen invariably kept us around. She’d never make one cake only, but two instead. Because two made more sense. They stretched longer in the week, that is, if we were not too greedy and had not eaten them before.