I have too much CAIK.
This ought to be impossible, but we held a garden party for the block of flats (celebrating its 50th birthday: one of the original residents survives) at the weekend. Eight eggs was definitely the right size of cake to bake, but I'd estimated for a child eating twice as much as an adult and they barely touched it. And none of the parents would take any away for later, either.
I've been left with about one and a half ordinary cakes' worth all for myself, and it won't keep forever. The Beloved Stoker has been working such crazy hours that she isn't here to help.
It's terrible.