"luscious strawberries and whipped cream"

Well, there certainly hasn't been a Feast of the Day in a while, or even a Feast of the Fortnight. Instead of labeling them by time, I decided to label all future feasts with a phrase from the feast itself.
This one's from Nancy Lee's Spring Term, circa 1915 or so, and it describes "a wedding breakfast that began with luscious strawberries and whipped cream and went on through ‘birds’ nests’ (which are only eggs, beaten and then baked to look like a whitey brown nest with browny-yellow eggs in it, built on a slice of toast) and the most delicate marmalade, also on toast, to waffles and maple syrup...[the cat] lapped cream out of a silver bowl, until even his greedy little kittenship could lap no more.”