That, my dear friends, is what happens when you THINK you are setting the timer on your microwave and are, instead, setting the microwave, on high power for FIFTEEN MINUTES.
I kept noticing an odd smell.
A horrible, putrid, chocolate-tinged smell but I plundered on, posting feeds on pageant forums about the upcoming Pumpkin Festival and Hot Dog Festival galas (oh yeah - I'm lookin' for a Hot Dog Queen!).
Finally I popped my head up and looked over the top of my lap top to see the microwave lit up like a Christmas tree and a poor, defenseless, giant cupcake - shut up in the microwave for safe keeping, positively sizzling on the top rack.
I ran to the microwave and tossed the plate from the unit to the sink in one un-Holly-like-graceful gesture. I ran water over it and gave myself the first ever steaming cupcake facial.
And then I took a picture. Of course.
And what has this ordeal taught me?
That a leftover cupcake is a dangerous cupcake. :)