Back when I turned 12, my mother made me a chocolate cake, stuck 12 candles in the icing and painstakingly lit them one by one as I licked my lips, waiting to dig into that chocolate goodness. As you would guess, given my advanced age now, she used regular matches to light the candles, meaning she could light about four candles before the flame burned fingers. “Come on.
That New Guy - From matches and cake to cellphones and sushi