The Perils of Baking

I love to bake, and I'm decently good at it. If I ever throw away my career to "start fresh", my fantasy is to go to the CIA to learn to be a pastry chef.

But based on last night, I'm wondering if it's perhaps more perilous than I realize.

I had some seriously over-ripe bananas in my house, so I decided to make banana bread last night. My recipe for banana bread, for whatever reason, lives only on epicurious.com, so I had to use my computer to get to it. My wireless card was being cranky last night, and refused to see my router when my laptop was on the kitchen table, so I had to put it on the kitchen island.

Now, I'm not the neatest of bakers, but I'm not a slob, either. To some extent you CAN'T be a neat baker -- any time you combine liquids, powders and beaters, there's going to be a mess. But last night I must've just not been paying attention at all: this morning I realized I had batter on my shoes, on my counter (and I'd wiped it down!), and on my laptop! And there was still flour on my laptop, too!

I'm going to have to get one of those plastic covers like they put on keyboards in elementary schools......