Domestic goddess in training

Decided today was the perfect day to try making Jake’s favorite chocolate cake from scratch. How hard could it be, right? I’ve successfully managed anatomy exams and training plans - surely I could handle flour and eggs.

Domestic goddess in training

Apparently measuring flour is more of an art than I realized. Also, when a recipe says “gently fold in” they really mean it. My interpretation of “vigorous mixing” resulted in what can only be described as a flour explosion that somehow reached the ceiling. The cake batter ended up looking more like chocolate soup, and I’m pretty sure I used salt instead of sugar at some point because even Biscuit wouldn’t touch my taste test.

The crime scene evidence.

Jake walked in right as I was trying to figure out how flour got inside the microwave (still a mystery) and just started laughing. Not even trying-to-be-polite laughing - full belly laughs. Which made me start laughing, which made the whole disaster suddenly seem hilarious instead of catastrophic.

We ended up ordering pizza and spending the evening cleaning flour out of places flour should never be. Note to self: stick to protein shakes and leave the baking to people who understand the difference between a tablespoon and a cup.