A Trifle Frustrating...

This story begins a delightful success. It ends in tragedy. Such is the life that I lead... I had decided that I was going to win the prize for best dessert at our monthly craft night, so I invented (which really means, shamelessly copied) a recipe for a dessert that Tom and I had in Hershey. The peanut butter sauce? The best ever. The modified hot fudge sauce? Delish. The moist, springy chocolate cake? Lovely. The peanut butter cups? What's to say about perfection? Anyway... The recipe turned out great and looked really great too. I did 10 little "dessert shots" in fancy shot glasses and one large trifle. The trouble began during transport... I was crawling along to not spill anything, but still... the first corner, all the little shot glasses tipped over sideways. Not too bad. I sat them all back up, no big deal. The first stop sign, was another story. They rocketed forward to the front of the cookie sheet and dumped out all over my seat and the floor of the car. Gooeyness everywhere. But more traumatizing, only four survived in a state that they could be eaten. So the rest of the way to the church, I ignored the peanut butter and fudge dripping off the seat and held three shot glasses in one hand, held the trifle in place with that elbow and held the other shot glass in my other hand and tried not hit anybody with my car. Lovely. I didn't even win the stupid prize. And when I was cleaning up at home later, I didn't realize that my new sink sprayer gets stuck occasionally, and sprayed myself in the face. Nice.