Peirce wanted to do some baking today. He badgered me and badgered me and after I'd felt like I'd had enough of my leisurely Sunday nap, and fake sleeping (well, I call it resting with my eyes closed) I gave in and we made a chocolate cake. I've had some mixes downstairs for a while so we decided to use one of those. I'd say it turned out terrible: flattest cake I've seen in a long time! But Peirce, the eternal optimist, had a great line: let's just call it brownies!