I just blew up a banana bread. Fortunately I was lazy, and so did not burn the house down. So next time you are wondering, ‘can I go for a walk for an hour while the banana bread cooks?’…the answer, my friends, is no.
Photo evidence:
It was oozing and bubbling and gurgling, spewing smoke like some alien being on its first visit to Earth.
Sure, it could have been the altitude, or maybe I mixed the ingredients out of order. Should I have used two pans instead of one? Did my mother leave out an ingredient when she emailed me the recipe I used to know and love? This mess happened halfway through the cook time. What would have happened if I had decided to go for that walk?
Was this an innocuous baking fiasco, or was there something more sinister at work here? (Da-dun!)
I know there is a teaching moment in here somewhere. In 300 words or less tell me why I failed, and I will choose the winner next Tuesday. First prize is an interview with the author of the winning post, which will be published here.
Mysterious Artemis 