I think I must be the *ONLY* woman in the history of humankind that consistently and frequently burns baked goods.  I swear it is the one thing that can make me go from perfectly happy and calm to madder than a hornet in 0.01 seconds.  Do you know what happens?

My timer goes off, and my baked good inevitably needs 1 or 2 more minutes of baking time.  So...I decide that I'll just let it bake another minute or two, and I don't need the timer for that.  It's just a minute or two.

Five minutes later, my mind breaks itself out of it's reverie, and I realize (here's where the 0.01 seconds comes into play) that my cookies/brownies/pie/cinnamon rolls/pumpkin roll/banana bread/whatever-I-was-really-craving is still sitting in the piping hot oven, burning itself into a small mound of charred remains.

That's when I take my towel and fling it against the cabinet saying, "Gosh DANG it!!!"  Unless the girl is asleep, in which case I clinch my fists until my fingernails dig into my palms, and I whisper very forcefully, "Gosh DANG it!!!"  I usually follow it all up with a growl and some tears.

And tonight, I followed up the growl and tears with a blog post.

Seriously...I am the world's worst Betty Crocker.  :(