All he wanted was one little cake. What was so difficult about that, I thought. Throw together a shortcake from scratch, just like I often do, I thought. So that’s what I did, I thought. I opened the oven. What is that, I thought!
The shortcake had risen two inches above the sides of the pan and began spilling over. It’s a soufflé, I thought. But it’s too fluid to be a soufflé, I thought. Shut the door and cook it a little more, I thought.
Recheck the recipe, I thought. I scanned the ingredients. Too much baking powder, I thought. No, it checked out fine. Too much milk? It measured correctly. Not enough flour? Check. Check. Check.
Check the cake, I thought. I opened the door and discovered it was definitely a short cake! One half inch of goo covered the bottom of the pan. Globs of goo spotted the floor of the oven. Oops, I thought! Gotta clean the oven, I thought!
Review the recipe again, I thought. I’m losing my mind, I thought! Two eggs. One cup of sugar. One teaspoon of vanilla. Wait! ONE cup of sugar? I distinctly remembered using TWO. Dummy, I thought.