A Cooking Miracle
“No!” My hand snatched out to grab the water spritzer. “No! Shelly, get away from that cake, I swear to god!” A squirt, a yowl, and everything on the dining room table got knocked off in my cat’s desperate bid for escape. For such a plump cat, she could move like hounds were chasing her. But I was more worried about other things at the moment. Plastic plates flew, napkins fluttered, utensils clattered, but the cake — my beautiful, homemade, chocolate cake — was falling. I lunged forwards just in time to prevent chocolate disaster, fingers pressed against the platter to prevent it from tipping over.