My Afternoon

This afternoon, I made the most disgusting cake ever.

I kid you not.

I saw the recipe, thought it looked good, and decided to try it.

I actually have a good chocolate cake recipe that Justin loves, but I thought it would be fun. I should have quit while I was ahead.

Instead, I bought the ingredients.

Then I spent the afternoon making it instead of finishing any number of sundry projects around the house.

I knew I was in trouble when, as I tasted each part of the whole, I was revolted.

I did not even want to lick the beaters.

I am not a complete moron, so I read the instructions again to see if I had become one, by mistake.

All seemed fine.

After dinner, E asked for some cake. I warned her it might not taste good, but gave her a slice.

After making a funny face, she remarked: "Well Mom, it looked good."

M's reaction was even more telling.

She opened her mouth and spit it back out on her plate.

Tonight there is an entire cake in my garbage.

Wow.

I have got some major talent.