I was the first rendered bankrupt in this afternoon's cutthroat game of Bookopoly (despite having bookstores on The Great Gatsby and The Grapes of Wrath). So I wandered into the kitchen.
This is not a good thing. I am the reason one should regularly check the batteries in one's smoke alarm.
Still, I mean well.
And if I can bake it without incident, anyone can. So if you'd like the recipe, just let me know.