So this evening after dinner, I had a craving for my world-famous coffee-cake. It’s really, really good – I’ve been making variations of it since I was about 10. It was our special camping treat – I’d make one the night before we left, and then we’d sit around the campfire, drinking hot chocolate and apple cider and eating coffee-cake.

My oven has issues – its high temperature is about 200 degrees – so instead of it taking half an hour to bake, it took almost 1 1/2 hours before said cake was almost finished baking. I stuck a match (I’m out of toothpicks) into the edge, and it came out clean. I pulled the cake out a little more, turned around to get a clean match, then twitched and jumped as I heard the glass of the baking pan screech against the metal of the oven rack.

I turned around in time to see my coffee-cake slip out of the oven, bounce off the open oven door, slowly flip over, and land upside down on my kitchen floor (grinding the butter/brown sugar and cinnamon topping into the tile.) At the same time, the glass baking pan cracked. Actually, it shattered. Maybe exploded is a better word. All over the kitchen. Hot glass.

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The kitchen is now clean. I ate one piece from the middle that didn’t have any little bits of broken glass in it. It just seemed like such a waste of all my time and energy to not eat ANY of it… The rest I had to throw away… (I’m learning. Last time I was eating food and the glass contained shattered, I just brushed it off [maybe I blew on it too] and finished eating my lunch.)

In other news, we still haven’t gone on our trip to the zoo. The weather just isn’t cooperating. Maybe next week – after Carnaval… yes, this weekend is Carnaval. Not sure if it’ll be fun exactly, but at least it should be interesting – and loud. Very, very loud…