# When Cakes Go Wrong #

Daily writing prompt
Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful mood. Today’s writing prompt is one that made me laugh out loud the moment I read it: “Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.”

Now, I’ve had my fair share of kitchen mishaps—oversalted curries, undercooked rice, tea so strong it could wake the dead.

But my most unforgettable failure came in the form of a cake. A chocolate cake, to be precise. What was meant to be a delightful surprise for my family turned into something that looked like it belonged in a science lab rather than on a dining table.

It all began with a noble ambition. I had visions of pulling a soft, moist, spongy chocolate cake out of the oven—one that would have Mary Berry nodding in approval and Gordon Ramsay (for once) speechless.

I watched a few YouTube tutorials where bakers whisked, folded, and frosted with effortless grace. “If they can do it,” I thought confidently, “so can I
Famous last words.

Step one: ingredients. Simple enough. Except I didn’t check the flour properly. Spoiler: it was older than some of the kitchen utensils.

Then came the butter. The recipe asked for “softened butter.” I decided “molten lava butter” from the microwave would surely be close enough.

As for the eggs, I cracked them with such force that one landed on the counter, another on the floor, and only half of one made it into the bowl.

My apron looked like I’d lost a fight with a hen.

When I added cocoa powder, a little puffed up into the air and settled on everything—including me. By the time I finished mixing, I looked less like a baker and more like a coal miner.

I proudly poured the lumpy mixture into a baking tin and slid it into the oven. The recipe clearly said 180°C for 35 minutes. But in my excitement (and lack of glasses), I turned the knob to 280°C.

For the first few minutes, a heavenly chocolate aroma filled the kitchen. I was beaming with pride. “I’m a natural!” I thought. But then… smoke. Thick, black, alarming smoke.

When I opened the oven door, I swear the cake growled at me. On top was a charred crust that looked like volcanic rock.

Underneath was an uncooked swamp of chocolate goo. It was half desert, half swamp, and wholly inedible.

Still refusing to accept defeat, I thought, Maybe icing will save it. I grabbed a tub of store-bought frosting and started spreading it.

But the cake was uneven, cracked, and cratered. The frosting slid off like mud in a landslide.

By the time I finished, it looked like something a toddler had sculpted during playtime. When I presented it to my family, there was a moment of stunned silence.

Then my granddaughter poked it with a fork, and it actually bounced back like a rubber ball.

My wife tried a bite, chewed twice, and said politely, “Dear, maybe the dog will like it?” The dog sniffed it and walked away. That was the final verdict.

Though the cake was a total failure, it left me with some valuable life lessons:

  1. Patience matters. Rushing through steps—whether in baking or life—only leads to disasters.
  2. Details count. The difference between 180°C and 280°C is the difference between dessert and disaster.
  3. Failure can be funny. That cake became a family story, retold with laughter at every gathering.
  4. Respect the experts. Professional bakers deserve medals for making it look so easy.

In the end, my family didn’t get a perfect cake that day—but they did get something better: entertainment.

My epic fail turned into an evening of jokes, laughter, and storytelling. Even now, whenever someone says “chocolate cake,” everyone in my house bursts out laughing.

So yes, my cake was a disaster. But it was also unforgettable. And perhaps that’s the sweetest part of all: sometimes, it’s not about perfection but the joy of laughing at our imperfect attempts.

❤️ And now, dear friends, I ask you: have you ever had a kitchen catastrophe that became a funny memory?
Share your stories—I promise, we’ll laugh with you, not at you!

BE HAPPY… BE ACTIVE… BE FOCUSED… BE ALIVE

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  2. I loved your wife’s diplomatic answer after tasting the cake 🍰

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    • Haha yes! 😅 That’s the beauty of her—always gentle with words, even when the cake could have doubled as a building brick!

      Her diplomacy turned my failure into laughter instead of embarrassment, and that’s why I’ll forever treasure that moment. 💕

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  3. Awww. I could vision all this with your description of this event. I wasn’t feeling too good this morning from a night of not sleeping well. But this has perked me up after giggling away. I’m glad you were able to laugh along with your family. I can imagine it being an event.

    I have made a mistake in the kitchen myself once. But it wasn’t a kitchen catastrophe, as it was still edible.
    This is going back some years ago when I lived with my mum.
    I decided to make some petticoat tails biscuits. They were called petticoat tails in my mum’s very old cook book that we know of as shortbread biscuits. I have made them many times before. Always coming out perfect. It’s a simple recipe.
    I was bored and I fancied something sweet and I asked my mum if it was ok to make some because I knew then we were struggling with money.
    So after being given permission to go ahead and make them, I made the mixture up as usual. I then transferred the dough to the tray and flattened it out. Pricking the top and pressing around the edge with my thumb. Placed it in the oven.

    When it was time to come out the oven, the kitchen smelling lovely of shortbread, as I opened the oven to take the tray out, I spotted something immediately different this time to how it shouldn’t have been. It had raised.
    I looked at the flour bag I used, which was the only flour in there, and it was self-raising flour. Not plain flour. I thought when I had looked before that we had plain flour.

    I laughed out loud. My mum wondering what had gone one and I said, this is going to he interesting when it has cooled. Mum said, what?
    I told her my mistake. We laughed. But when it was cool, I sliced it to get several biscuts out of it. It was different. But we enjoyed it. It still had the taste of shortbread biscuits. But the texture more crumbly.
    I have since, sometimes made more using self-raising flour. Just to use what I have.

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    • Oh, I love this story! 😊
      What a sweet little adventure in the kitchen — and such a lovely memory with your mum.
      I could almost smell the shortbread as you described it, and
      I was smiling at the thought of you both laughing over the “mystery ingredient.” Sometimes those small,
      accidental twists turn a simple bake into something far more memorable.
      I love that you even recreated it later on with self-raising flour — proof that happy accidents can become new favourites.
      Thank you for sharing this heart-warming slice of your past! 🍪❤️

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  4. A most precise description Sir, quite engaging.

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  5. Haha, I can already tell this is going to be a fun read! 😄 Can’t wait to hear about your epic kitchen disaster — those moments are always the best stories later on. 🍳🔥

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    • Haha, right? The best part about kitchen chaos is that it usually turns into the most unforgettable (and hilarious) memories later! 😄🍳🔥
      I’ll make sure to share every little detail — even the bits I’d rather keep secret.

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  6. However the cake turned out, you gave of yourself, Vijay, and that is a perfect gift.

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  7. I loved this post! Great descriptions!
    I always eat my baking mistakes 😋

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