is a geek

We made cake the other night. It started off simple enough: chocolate cake w/ walnuts mixed in. When the batter barely reached 1/3 up the side of the cake pan, we decided to take action. We whipped up another batch of cake mix, pecan something (with added pecans), and poured it on top of the chocolate. The cake batter was now at a satisfying 2/3 fullness level. We baked and then baked a little more. Success! It looked yummie and smelled yummie. We decided it would be best to see if it tastes yummie too. I cut into the 5inch tall cake and pulled out a medium piece. I carefully placed it in my mouth so that I wouldn't get crumbs on the floor. It was a little warm, so I did that breath through your mouth to cool off the food trick. Bad idea. After completing the trick (breathing out), I naturally progressed to breathing in. The steam from the cake tickled my throat and I coughed. When I opened my eyes a few moments later, most of the cake had landed. I was impressed with the huge disgusting mess I had just made. I had managed to cover the kitchen floor with a mouthful of chocolate / pecan cake in a 8 foot radius and ~ 60 degree arc in front of me. By the look on Christine's and the pet's faces, they were impressed too!