Today B baked a spice cake. Oh my. I was busy, so she pulled out the spices and pans and started mixing. I didn't have the heart to stop her. Onion flakes, coffee grounds, chili pepper, oregano. She even pulled the oven open and asked me to put it in to bake. So we put it in the oven, let it bake, put some candles in and then tasted it. She had the plates, spoons and cups all set up. Oh she tried to believe it was good but in the end we decided sharing some M&M's might be a better idea. Why we didn't bake a cake (I was cleaning windows) which when you get a bee in your bonnett to do such a thing as cleaning windows then it must be done, so we didn't bake a cake. I think I owe her one.