High Teas and Petit-Four Disasters

The scene? Mass destruction and pandemonium, complete with crumbled cake, half-glazed cake cubes, and white-chocolate frosting dripping from the counters. The location? My kitchen. The time? 10 p.m. on a Wednesday.

When they say “the internet is forever,” I take it seriously — which is why you’ll be getting no pictures of my latest baking disaster (please admire the pictures of my successes, however). I shall, however, describe it in all its crumbling glory.