You've got something magnificent coming to life in the oven. You're waiting, waiting. 35 minutes, 13. Nothing. And then as if at the snap of a finger you catch a faint whiff of it. The sweetness grows stronger and so too does your curiosity, until finally, you make the decision it's worth putting you book down. Next thing you know you're hovering at the open oven door, heat radiating onto your forehead as your eyes catch a peek. 3...2...1. You rush to grab the potholder, whip open the door, and hastily slide the tin off the middle rack and onto the trivet. The toothpick comes out clean. You're in business. Almost. Fifteen minutes for cool down. Cue Dad cutting himself a big slice after dinner. "Mmmmmm." And that's it. That's all you need. Satisfaction.
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