The Omnivorous Fish

Don’t touch the cake
Cake? I thought you said ravioli? I’ve got a pound of flour in front of me and squash in the oven, when the hell did you decide to make a cake?

Well, I was always going to make a cake, and since yesterday got eaten up at the greenmarket and working on my apartment (I own a place the Agent is not involved in), today became about the cake. If, yesterday, I would have cooked the squash, so it could have drained, I might have been up for ravioli tonight, but now I must find a way to spend the evening not up to my elbows in flour. Oh well.