So, This looks pretty easy, right? A pregnant woman wants to make a birthday cake. Nothing so hard about that, right?
O.k.a.y . . . . So, pregnant women and baking apparently should have nothing to do with each other. Why did no one tell me this? I was trying to make a cake. Nothing so hard about that. Used to do it all the time. Well, ha ha . . . . no. First, I dumped two raw eggs on the floor, and stepped in them. Then I dumped one IN the toaster (yes, inside it, all the way). Great. So then I filled a bag with flour, thought it was closed, it wasn’t, and so dumped about a cup and a half on the floor beside the eggs. Okay. So then as my mixer was mixing, and I was trying to clean up the egg mess, my spatula jumped off the table, yes jumped, all by itself, with batter all over it, flinging it onto the window sill, the wall, and the floor. Whatever. I’ll get it in a minute. I tried to measure a cup of milk to add to my mix, and it somehow spilled all over the flour still on the floor. So my feet were covered in sticky egg and milk with a floury dusting. Lovely. But, triumphantly, my cake is now wonderfully baking in the oven, and the floor is mostly clean. The Toaster is, well, hopefully clean enough (how do you take those things apart?), and the the pregnant woman is sitting on the couch so she hopefully can do no more damage today. Wait . . . do I smell something burning???? 😉