Christmas eve day I made a tonne of cookies.
Chocolate chip - in reverse.
And I made ginger snap dough, which I put in the fridge to chill -- and promptly forgot about. A week later, it made its way to the garbage can.
But this, THIS . . . my crowning acheivement.
The fluted springform pan leaked out the bottom. The smell of burning cake batter alerted me. I put the pan on a cookie sheet. Minutes later, the cake erupted out of the top of the pan. There was no winning. The cake looked atrocious. We threw it out.
Look at all the crap in the bottom of my oven. Some of it was on fire, at one point. It was very exciting.