Near death experience

Last weekend, Randy met up with his BFF to go see "Avatar" and grab some dinner afterwards. He left pretty early so I decided to get a head start on my superbowl cooking and make the Pioneer Woman's sheet cake. I also had a BIG textbook editing project to work on before I met a friend for dinner. So I was admittedly distracted by the looming deadline on my side project when I made the cake. But I iced it and a few minutes later I had to sprint out the door so I wouldn't be late.

I got home around 10:00 and the cake was calling my name.

"Bethy...you know you want a piece of me".

The cake looked dang good.

So I got myself a big ole piece of cake and went into the living room to enjoy it. The thick layer of icing was calling my name and I knew that a little bite wouldn't do. I took a HUGE bite of the cake.

The first thing I noticed that the consistency of the cake was odd. It was definitely more dense and gel-like than I thought it would be. So I took a moment to ponder what I had done wrong.

I made the mistake of taking a big breath in while deep in thought about the thick spongey cake. (Apparently I can't do 2 things at once) Maybe it was a mixture of my lack of attention or the odd texture and the super sweet icing - but the cake got stuck in my throat. My first reaction was to take a drink of my water, but then I realized that couldn't breathe. For a good 5-10 seconds my windpipe was clogged.

There I was with my life hanging in the balance, and I thought to myself, "I can't believe I'm going to be that girl who was killed by a piece of cake."

I tried to stay calm. I stood up and finally the air came back to me. And so did the realization that I forgot to put the baking soda in the cake.

Double whammy.

Moments after recovering I went back into the kitchen and remade the cake. (And I remembered the baking soda.)

I'm a glutton for punishment, what can I say?