The cake story reminds me of one time when my son, at about 7 or 8 years old, decided to bake me a cake for a special day. He arranged for my girlfriend around the corner to keep me visiting at her house while he went about it. Every once in awhile he'd call her, unbeknownst to me, for help with the instructions.
When it finally came time and I was allowed to go home, there he was in the doorway with an angel food cake, which he had poured into a flat cookie sheet and baked. While baking, it oozed over the side and started an oven fire. He knew to throw baking soda on the fire, SO the cake was covered with baking soda. He'd taken a stick and painted a "we love you" picture which he mounted like a flag in the middle of the very flat cake.
Of course I had to try a bite or two and HAD to say it was the best cake I'd ever eaten, even while puckering abit from the soda! It is still a very cherished memory in our family. I have a darling picture of his great big smile as he presented me with it.