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Bob was not a good cook. One time, he tried to make toast, and the smoke alarm started screaming. But today, Bob felt brave. "I will bake a cake!" he told his cat, Mittens. Mittens looked at him and slowly walked out of the room. She knew what was coming.
Bob found a recipe online for a "Simple Vanilla Cake." It looked very easy. The recipe asked for two cups of flour. Bob didn't have a measuring cup, so he used a giant coffee mug instead. "Close enough," he said with a smile.
Next, he needed three eggs. He tried to crack them like the chefs on TV. Splat! One egg landed on his shoe. The second egg landed on the floor. Only the third egg made it into the bowl, along with a lot of crunchy eggshells.
The recipe said to add "one teaspoon of baking powder." Bob looked at the bag. He thought, "If a little powder makes a cake fluffy, a lot of powder will make it a cloud!" He dumped five big spoons of baking powder into the bowl.
He didn't have a whisk, so he used a plastic ruler from his desk to mix the batter. It looked a bit gray, but Bob didn't mind. He poured the bubbles into a pan and pushed it into the oven.
Ten minutes later, Bob heard a strange sound. Phut... phut... WHOOSH!
He ran to the kitchen. His eyes went wide. The oven door was slowly opening. A giant, yellow foam was growing out of it like a monster! It looked like a marshmallow alien was trying to escape.
"Oh no!" Bob cried.
The cake didn't stop. It spilled onto the floor. It covered the rug. Soon, the kitchen smelled like burnt vanilla and regret. Mittens sat on top of the refrigerator and watched the foam reach the table.
Bob stood in the middle of the mess. He took a small spoon and tasted the "cake" monster.
"Needs more sugar," he whispered.
Bob sighed and picked up his phone. He called the pizza place down the street.
"Hello? I need a large pepperoni pizza," Bob said. "And... do you have any chocolate cake? A real one? Great. Please hurry."
Mittens purred. Finally, Bob was making a good choice.
