Keep the Fire Burning.

The pre heating oven warmed up the kitchen and as I mixed my wet ingredients into my dry ingredients the sweet smell of vanilla wafted through the air, I placed my baking dish in the oven and set my timer for 18min, cleaned up and went to sit down in front of the telly with my personal person.

As I sat down, he smiled and asked mma? Fishing for an answer to his previous question. To which I finally responded to, “no there isn’t... akere you know I am baking an order”. And I really was, I hadn’t included my boys in the equation that evening. His tune then changed to .....Ok, ill fix the ingredients. Basically he will make the job easier for me, but I should please bake for him and the boys.