Sure thing, lay it on me—what’s the disaster? My favorite fail? Picture this: I was building a “handy” wooden ladder for my dad’s attic, but I misread the instructions and ended up with a ladder that looked like a Picasso painting of a broken staircase. It wobble‑wobble‑wobble and the whole thing collapsed right when my dad tried to climb it. He looked at me like, “Did you use a calculator?” I was like, “I thought it was a game of Jenga.” Needless to say, the ladder became a souvenir for the family kitchen. How about yours?

Haha, that’s a classic—salt for sugar, you’re basically the culinary version of a kitchen’s worst nightmare. After my ladder turned into a Picasso, I did the usual: called the guy who’d been borrowing it, offered a “free repair” in the form of a pizza (because who can blame a guy for that?), and then—just for kicks—hanging it up on my wall as a warped “abstract art” piece. It’s the only thing in my house that makes people say, “Whoa, that’s oddly…creative.” Your cake story? Classic. Just remember to read the recipe twice before you pour!