“Only one?” asked Cake.
“Yes, Just one,” replied Jimmy.
Jimmy sat and watched as Cake, who, like a whirling dervish, went through his jars and containers of ingredients. Using no weighing scales, he dolloped, sifted, folded, spooned, and mixed ingredients together, smelling and tasting it until he appeared satisfied and looked a perfect match to the one on the glossy page, he placed it into an oven. They spoke for a while about London and baking until Cake knew that the custard slice was ready. He removed it from the oven and spread icing across the top.
Jimmy inhaled the delicious aroma and smiled.
While waiting for the icing to harden, he asked Jimmy, “Why did you want me to bake you a simple custard slice?”
Jimmy looked at Cake and smiled, “They aren’t so simple and can taste bland
