Piece of cake?

Yesterday I had the great idea of make a cake. No problem. It’s easy. Only you need is follow the book.
First problem; cut my finger preparing the orange juice.
Second problem; made three visits in market. My head was full of wind. Buy the flour, oranges and sugar. Need more oranges. Come back to market, buy more oranges. Lend from a friend a machine to mix the ingredients. Then I remember don’t have yeast. There I go to my third visit to buy ingredients.
Then I go home. Mix every thing and put in the kiln. Light the fire and go wash dish and other things.
Five minutes later I look into the kiln and it’s totally dark inside. The combustive is over. Call the market and beg to send me more gas.
Change the gas, put fire again and wait 50 minutes. After this I look into the furnace and surprise. My cake grows, big and beautiful. Your surface is golden. Stick him with a fork. Ok. It’s time to take off the cake from the jug. In this moment occurred the main catastrophe. The cake was good in the top and crude in the down. Immediately I put the cake back in the jug and back in the kiln.
Later, when I am 100% certainly he was good I put him off the jug and burn my hand in this operation.
Results of my night in the kitchen:
One cut in the finger.
One cake seems like a monster.
One hand burned and I’m totally frustrated.