Yesterday we had a bit of a moment.
Since there are so many interns in our ward just for the summer, the Elders Quorum found it convenient for most of them to home teach each other. The boys decided to make it a social event for this month and just have the four couples get together for some dessert. We were all supposed to bring some to share. Devin and I decided to make dump cake.
We got started a little late and assembling the thing took a little longer than expected so we sat impatiently as it baked in the oven. After a while we decided it was mostly done but needed some gentle browning on the top. So, we decided to put in on broil. Of course, on our fancy little pint size oven, it doesn’t have any level settings–just “broil”. Then we sat down and started talking about baby stuff. Then….
the smoke alarm went off….
All the yummy goodness was now charred. So now we were late to the gathering and only had some vanilla ice cream to show for it.
It ended up being just fine because when everyone brings dessert, there is a lot of dessert. Besides, our ice cream went well with another couple’s brownies.
First we blamed it on the baby. But now we blame it on the certain individual who has managed to suck a lot of excitement out of having a baby. Otherwise, we never would have been having the distracting conversation we were having at the time the cake went up in smoke.