though i have never encountered a troll under a bridge, nor an evil witch(except in my mirror), or stepped on a crack and broken my mother's back, i live with a pretty serious curse. it's the curse of being perfectly capable of making foodstuffs for my own family, but immediately losing all culinary capability when guests are present in my home.
par exemple, saturday night i stayed up late chopping giant sized chocolate bars, mixing a special blend of cake and bread flours and chilling for over 24 hours to create the perfect chocolate chip cookie concoction. when i baked them the next day after the proper chilling period in anticipation of our guests, i
resulted in this mess:
which had to be served like this:
and then i cried myself to sleep.
that is why i dread entertaining guests.