This morning, I was craving blueberry pancakes. So I whipped up some pancake batter and tossed in some fresh blueberries. The mixing bowl I was using was just barely big enough, but it's not like one has to get very vigorous stirring pancakes anyway. The skillet was getting warm, all was ready. Just then, my phone rang.

No sweat, I turned the stove down to it's lowest setting, went into my bedroom, and spent ten minutes coordinating a meeting schedule for the group of people that will be working together on our final project for one of my classes. Calendar suitably marked, I went back to the kitchen.

Where through the magic of chemical leavening, the batter had spilled over the top of the bowl and spread itself liberally around the counter. Some had slopped onto the floor. Whoops!

I should save this memory for a screenplay someday.

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