The other night I was feeling a little homesick so I decided to make an old family cake recipe of my grandma's. I had been craving the taste of this simple chocolate cake topped with walnuts and chocolate chips and I set to work creating the cake. From upstairs I was peppered with questions from my husband about what I was doing. He was in bed due to an ailing back that night.
Him: "What are you doing?"
Me: "I'm making a cake."
Him: "What kind of cake?"
Me: "It's a chocolate cake."
Him: "That sounds good."
Me: "It might not be what you're expecting. It's an old family recipe."
Minutes pass by and I bring the cocoa pink cuplets cake out of the oven. I'm still hesitant as to whether he will want a piece so I only cut one, for me, and take it upstairs with my glass of milk. As I walk in the doorway I notice his eyes are searching to see what the piece of cake looks like so I lean the plate down towards him.
Me: "Would you like a piece of cake?"
Him: "No thanks, my stomachs uneasy."
Me: "Okay, that's fine babe. I'll eat it up."
.....a few seconds pass by........
Him: "Can I try a bite of your cake?"
......eating a forkful of cake........
Him: "I don't really care for nuts."
That was all he said and I figured I was going to get the whole cake to myself. After I finished my cake I went downstairs to clean the dishes and when I turned around I noticed he had followed me to the kitchen.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Him: "I think the cake will make me feel better."
Apparently nuts on the cake weren't enough to repel his desire for a piece. He's a nut!