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I decided to bake today. The only thing I know how to bake is Zwiebelkuchen (German onion cake (or pie?)). I got the recipe from my coworker, Ingmar a while back. His recipe were from the top of his head at the time with little of this and little of that. The first few times I made it, it turned out quite well. I decided to make another one today, but this time with sour cream added, and much more butter in the dough.It seemed that today was a bad day for cooking. After I mixed some salt with flour to make the crust, I took out (melted) chilled butter from the fridge. As I took it out, the edge of the bowl was greased with butter and it slipped from my hands. As you can imagined, butter splattered everywhere (on the fridge, counter-top, stove, microwave, cabinets, wall, etc.). It was actually amazing that the energy from the fall was high enough that the butter was launched and hit as high as the microwave, which was at about my eye-level. Of course, the house now smells like butter. The kitchen floor was a little greasy even with a long session of cleaning with various agents.

It was unfortunate that the two rows of butter were the last two that I had in the fridge, so I had to drive to a grocery store to get it. Fifteen minutes later, I was back in my kitchen and happily worked on the Zwiebelkuchen again. The cake (or pie?) is much thicker than other times because of the amount of sour cream and eggs I put in. It tasted great when it was fresh out of the oven (and it’s still tastes great), but too bad that I ate too much steak for dinner that I couldn’t finish even a small piece I cut out.

It wasn’t until after I cut it into pieces (and took one out for myself) that I realized that I forgot to take a photo of it! Hence the foil… (to cover the hole)…