May. 17th, 2011

deird1: dark!Willow, with text "This is the part that's less fun. When there isn't any screaming." (Willow dark)
So, I made a cake.

Actually - I made two cakes. Just to make sure that at least one would work properly.



Both cakes are still in my oven, still far more liquidy than they're supposed to be. And the bits of cake mixture that overflowed dripped onto the element in the bottom of the oven, where it stuck, started burning, and then became red-hot coals of burnt cake.

Every time I open the oven, I get hit in the face with clouds of burnt-cake smoke, fight my way through to reach the actual cakes, tap them on the top, watch them slosh around in their cake tins, and then close the oven and go back to feeling morose about my bad cooking.

I MADE A SPARE CAKE AND EVERYTHING. D:


*mopes*

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