and the perfect day has finally cracked.

my cake was oh so perfect until i realised that i couldn't put that pan in the oven.

having to transfer layers of upside down cake is the most degrading form of a fuck up in the kitchen.

and so i sat in the kitchen crying, whilst burning my hands picking up caramelised apples.

but i cooked it anyway.

it was a mess...overflowing, undercooked and just generally unfortunate.

kinda like me.

so i sat.

crying and eating cake.