My cousin Sandy works in the bakery for the Cake Boss. She does lovely work and has a wonderful eye for color. Her favorite compliment is, “You’re a fucking retard.”

In other news, friend of Poor Impulse Control Mr. Blogenfreude sent me some ras el Hanout, a Moroccan spice mix I haven’t seen in stores here, though I probably wasn’t treasure-hunting in the right treasury places. The fragrance of the spice, double-wrapped and still inside the plastic mailing envelope perfumed our kitchen. The aroma is so fantastic I want to take a picture of it for you. Forget high speed: we need a scratch-and-sniff internet.