Spontaneous Combustion (While Cooking)

Oh gosh. Cooking. You know how Seamus Finnigan is with magic? Well, if you could translate that to the muggle world, you would understand how I cook. Yup; I blow things up. Literally. It only makes things worse that my sister is literally like the Hermione Granger of cooking.

I put the flour and the sugar together… and, wait for it… BOOM! How? It’s just sugar and flour! It seems I’ve got a black thumb for cooking. The kitchen is messy after the explosion, so I clean it up and, maybe make a mistake with this decision, try again. This time I put the flour into the sugar, instead of the other way around. Good! I haven’t made a mess of the kitchen again! I now gingerly put the cocoa powder into the bowl. Phew. I plop the butter in, still no sign of explosions. Then, my fatal mistake: the vanilla. I put one tinsy-tiny drop in the bowl and it lands on the butter. The second it makes contact it bubbles, and bubbles, and fizzes… Of course. BOOM. I am not amused. Stupid butter. At this point I give up. There is chocolate in my hair. Underneath my fingernails. On the other side of the living room. Ugh. I’ll never cook ever again.

But I really want some chocolate cake...