A portion of this evening's dinner conversation:
Signal: "Mmmm, ewwchini."
Ru: "Yep, that's zucchini."
Signal, while sniffing a piece: "It smells."
Mel: "It smells like what?"
Apparently zucchini sauteed with onions in olive oil smells like cake to our crazy kiddo. Who knew? Of course, this comes from a kid who's had cake what, three or four times in his life? So perhaps we should all take his assessment with a grain of salt. Or a crumb of cake.