I tried to tell them.
I'm not very good in the kitchen, I said. I even told them of the time I almost caught the kitchen on fire. Yet they put me in charge of the Christmas Crack anyway. (I guess this is what some people call peppermint bark).
So long story short, I forgot to set a timer while it was in the oven and my sweet little niece just wanted to play. It had to be a set up. Come on, isn't she adorable? Someone's trying to bring me down.
And as I opened the smoking oven and my mom pulled out the object of our conversation, all I could say was, "I told you."
Better luck next time?
