Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.
In the kingdom of bowls and spoons of gold,
Where sugar spun stories the oven told,
I dreamed a cake of wonder and light,
A tower of sweetness, a spell of delight.
I stirred with care, the flour like snow,
Eggs like sunbeams, milk’s gentle flow—
Yet two shy sprites slipped out the door:
The Butter Maid and the Soda Lord.
Into the pan my dream was poured,
And into the oven’s fiery ward;
I waited for clouds, a towering dome—
Instead came a pudding, heavy as stone.
It sat like a relic, squat and flat,
A cake that forgot what cakes are at.
No lift, no fluff, no golden crown,
Just stubborn silence, baked deep and brown.
But oh, what laughter the fates did bake!
A lesson hiding inside that cake:
Even when magic goes astray,
Joy still rises in its own way.

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