Today is my birthday, of course, so I made some cupcakes for myself.

Everything seemed fine, and the first pan I pulled out of the oven looked normal.

But then I grabbed the second pan, which appeared to be a bunch of nuclear fallout mutant cupcakes.

I have no idea how that could have happened. In the end, everything turned out okay because it meant the frosting didn’t have to be spread across quite as many cupcakes, so each of the “good” ones had a nice quarter-inch-thick layer.