My great-uncle is a rock collector. He has a large scree in front of his house and down both sides of his sidewalk. Occasionally, he just picks up a likely-looking one and whacks it with a rock hammer to see if it’s an interesting geode.
I adore geodes. I can’t bring myself to whack a rock. They’re lovely just the way they are.
We went to the volunteer fire dept. fish fry and the peanut butter cake lady wasn’t there, nor was her pb cake. However, someone made an incredible yellow cake which didn’t need frosting but was crowned with a luscious brown-sugar fudgy-type concoction. Maybe that’s the caramel cake everybody was talking about.