So client orders cake, I make cake, put cake in kitchen, shut the door, play video games with my husband trudge up to bed at 4 in the morning. Client wakes me up with doorbell walk downstairs cake is FREAKING GONE. Dog is on his back looking guilty as hell. Client needs cake at noon, it is now 10:45. This is the cake that was made in one hour and 15 minutes. I cooked the cake and then stood outside in the snow looking like a demented hippie waving cake around trying to cool it down. But this what is possible if you're under enough stress and pressure.