Saturday morning and it's pouring down, the shopping was all done the day before and the boss says 'I think I'll make a cake'.
I continue reading the paper and ranting about politicians while trying to look disinterested in the subject of a cake being baked. Fortunately my cunning psychology worked and, later on, out came a lemon curd cake with icing and lemon curd on top.
Nothing too rich or calorie heavy but who am I to complain. Our farmer neighbour called in with asparagus and fresh vegetables and somehow left with almost half of the cake. That's the barter system for you, fair exchange is no robbery.
I may just have to try this with the coffee.