Whose Fault Is That?

I don’t bake. Scratch that. I don’t bake often. However, when I’m snowed in or hormonal or really jonesin’ for some homemade sweetness, I’ll bust out the Kitchen Aid stand mixer and mess up my kitchen. This is almost always a bad idea.

If you had been married to me for fifteen years you would know this. And if you had been sitting at the kitchen table working when the timer went off for the cookies and I didn’t come to take the cookies out of the oven and you just kept right on working until smoke started curling out of oven and then nobody got to eat cookies–whose fault is that?