The most epic baking fall that comes to mind is the time I was staying at my friends house in Alaska. She was pregnant with her second child, and her husband had been sent off for air force training in Hawaii.
We had gone to town to get groceries, and I came across an apple pie in the frozen section. My mouth watered instantly and I tossed it in the cart. I bought whipped cream to go with it and was so excited to have apple pie for dessert that night.
We went back to their house and she started on dinner. All the while I’m day dreaming about this pie. It had been such a long time since I had some, and I was desperately looking forward to it.
Once she was finished cooking dinner, I preheated the oven, placed the pie on a tin sheet, and waited for the oven to heat up. Finally, I placed it in the oven and anxiously waited for it to be done. About an hour later, the timer went off. I checked it and the crust was a nice golden color.
With oven mitts on my hands, I removed the pie by picking up the tin sheet. However, I didn’t pull the sheet out entirely, and clipped the top of the oven on the inside. In true dramatic fashion, time slowed down as the entire pan flipped out of my hands, and spilled the nice, hot, apple pie all over the floor. I could have cried, I was so upset.
Disappointment is all I ended up having that night.
What are your thoughts on the matter?