Over the course of our relationship, one of Nate's many gripes is that I don't bake. Every night, after barely stomaching a home-microwaved meal, he asks, "Is there dessert?"
I usually point (with my middle finger) to the sugar bowl.
But, not tonight, y'all! I baked! Cookies!
See? There was mixing and measuring and cutting and swearing and even a real oven involved!
Another complaint I often hear -- and this one I'm actually in agreement with -- is that Hobbes isn't sweet. Well, now he is!