A Page From Betty Crocker’s Cookbook (standard:humor, 886 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 29 2006	Views/Reads: 3556/2340	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Recently, while sitting in my chair drinking the last of my breakfast coffee, a thought staggered into my mind. I must confess most thoughts are quite lonely once they enter my mind, but this one had a nagging element to it.

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sprinkled it on top of my batter. I have no idea what baking powder 
does but I put enough on my cake so it would do a good job. 

Into the oven the cake went, and with a flick of the wrist I turned the
temperature to 450 degrees. Remembering this was a big cake, I 
readjusted the temperature to 650. 

The bigger the cake the hotter the oven, is what I always say. 

Now all I needed to do was wait for my cake to bake. As I was waiting, I
heard rumblings coming from the oven but just chalked that up to a good 
cake baking. 

I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew there was a strange
odor permeating the air. It smelled a little smoky and then it dawned 
on me. My cake, it's done. 

What I pulled out of the oven did not resemble any cake I had ever seen.
It looked like a burnt pancake, twice the size of the cake pan, with 
some kind of disease on the surface. 

No amount of peanut butter icing in the world could camouflage this
disaster. 

It was about this time I began reassessing the idea of reading
directions. Maybe instructions have a purpose after all. 

I remember something the Apostle Paul said. “Study to show thyself
approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly 
dividing the word of truth.” (2 Timothy 2:15 KJV.) 

To live right without getting burnt you need the right directions. 


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