As I am tucking her into bed, an hour past her bedtime: "Ima, for my Chanuka mesiba tomorrow, can you make a cake? Shaped like a doughnut? With icing and sprinkles?"
We are out of eggs and confectionary sugar. I will have to go shopping. I say "Sure!"
Outdoorsman goes shopping for the missing ingredients.
He also buys me candy.
I take the cake out of the oven at exactly the right time.
It is still raw in the middle
I put it back in for ten minutes.
I go to sleep.
The baby wakes up at 2:00 in the morning for a cup of milk. I wake up to a house that is filled with billowing smoke.
The oven did not explode.
The cake looked like it was made from granite. I could use it for my new kitchen as a counter top. Shaped like a doughnut.
I make a new cake and wait up until 3:10 in the morning until it is ready.