meisa's lagoon

the sun rose early friday morning and meisa opened her eyes to the smell of something burning.
"andrea?" she called, "is something burning?"
no response. she quickly leapt out of bed and ran to the kitchen. andrea was calmly standing there in her pajamas.
"is something burning?" meisa asked again.
"oh, don't worry about it, that's just the leftover chocolate cake that spilled over from when you made the turds," she calmly replied as she continued to spread the very sticky dough into the springform pan for her cheesecake.
"i don't know why this dough is so sticky, but whatever. we'll see what happens," she said as she put the pan in the oven.
--12 minutes later--
andrea opened the oven door to check on the crust.
"oh my god, it's black!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
meisa came running and was shocked to see the pan encrusted with a dark brown mass that was bubbling and oozing upwards.
"what is going on? are you sure you put everything in? what does the recipe say?"
"hmmm, well, it looks like i did."
"did you add flour?"
"yeah, well, that's flour, right?"
"ummm, no. that's powdered sugar"

moral of the story: never trust an unlabelled white powder.