Harold stopped. He stared. A row of boxes emblazoned with a red spoon stared back at him. A faint stirring of almost-forgotten ambition stirred in the pit of his stomach. He gently placed the Hershey's Brand Sliced Chocolate Créme Cake back on the shelf. The convenient, pre-sliced confectionery was no longer good enough, no longer appropriate for the new – no, not new, but very old Harold stirring within.
Tonight. Tonight, Harold would bake again.