Today is Cupcake Day apparently. It is also National Kitchen Klutzes of America Day, so it seems like your patriotic duty to cook up some very bad cakes. Back at the old firm I wrote up an obituary for a chap who had been laid low by a rock cake during a NAAFI food fight. Talk about friendly fire!

I’m sure I’ve had my share of kitchen accidents, but I’m not sure they are cause for celebration. When I bought a Dragon’s Fire steak a few months back I was expecting something spicy not three-foot flames shooting out the grill. Damned scary in an open beam house.