A short offering, because I’m needing to retrieve a cake out of the oven, and I’ve only just read down to the part of the recipe that says ‘allow to cool in the pan set on a wire rack for one hour’ which is unfortunate in that this is an hour I did not allow for when arranging to meet friends with the aforementioned cake. Likely, I will walk with it on the wire rack, in its tin, through town and along the river and across the bridge and up the hill, and receive some odd looks along the way—or looks of longing as I anticipate it smelling particularly appealing.