below--the aftermath of my attempted birthday cake for our flatmate. and i know, i handled everything very poorly, from assembly to my panicked attempt at rectifying the situation. and yeah, that is my treasured libbey glass bowl that sadly, is now cracked. i think that one exploded when i looked at it.
i call the above cake volcano--that's what both little round pans looked like when i opened the oven, after smelling burning cake not 90 seconds after i put both in
i call the above cake volcano--that's what both little round pans looked like when i opened the oven, after smelling burning cake not 90 seconds after i put both inthe cake, from oven to sink... don't ask why that seemed logical:
my sad, broken bowl:
i'm afraid to touch anything now, for the rest of the day.
oh yeah, and as i was explaining the situation to richard on the phone, the phone dropped and shattered. no pics of that, as all richard heard was a scream and silence, so figured getting that back together to let him know i hadn't spontaneously combusted was important. especially on a day like today.
