In a split second, I, the baking prodigy had almost blown up cake sanctuary, the kitchen. I just took my eyes off the oven for a minute (okay, it was more than a minute) and the thing explodes! All that was left of my masterpiece was a burnt block of what used to be perfection. Who knew one could murder/ kill a chocolate cake (it was very much chocolate if you enjoy barbecued cake). I guess that does it for the dream of becoming a famous pastry chef. So much for stardom. Dreams of becoming a hollywood starlet(more like neverwood starlet) burnt beyond repair.
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