Cherry cake.

"I loved baking -- pitting cherries in the sunlight against the log wall of the house where Mam had planted rhubarb and morning glories, then rolling out the dough and laying it on the brim of the stone oven to rise, and still later rushing back from the hoeing to roll out the dough again, inhaling the baking odors as I pressed in the cherries. When the cake was done, I had something to show. I would carry it from the oven to the table high up so everyone could see and admire. Though mostly Mam and Aunt Annie admired; Pap and Abiel would just tuck in, which, Mam said, was thanks enough."

from The Life and Times of Captain N., by Douglas Glover.
(page 38)