BEDA Fail and Further Cooking Cock-Ups

So I was going to do Blog Every Day in April, but then three things happened: -

1. On Friday I forgot it was April.
2. On Saturday I was not on a computer all day, through no fault of my own. 3. I realised I don't have enough followers for anyone to care, except me (and possibly Roz, who stalks me. And is also my best friend, but it's more relevant that she stalks me.)

In other news -- as it is Mother's Day, my dad decided that he, my brother and I would cook a three-course meal for Mum and Grandma to thank them for giving birth at various points in their lives. This seemed fair, so I tentatively agreed to cook dessert, figuring that I could get a friend who is the next Nigella to teach me how to be vaguely competent in the kitchen. I really didn't want to add this to the list of 'Things Becky Has Cooked That Went Horribly Wrong Due To One Small But Serious Balls-Up' (for full details see a blog I posted last January/February time on my many cooking mishaps). I decided, rather ambitiously, to go for a chocolate cheesecake.

Next Nigella, my best friend (who happens to be Next Nigella's sister) and I had a trial cake-bake, which all went relatively well. Then I bought all the ingredients, dug the relevant cooking implements out of the cupboard that I generally open only for the cheese grater and consulted the recipe. It all seemed to be going swimmingly, which made a nice change, and as I slid it into the over with a flourish I felt rather proud of myself. I was halfway out of the kitchen, and planning a smug text to various friends who determinedly mock my cooking disasters, when it suddenly dawned on me. My smile fell off my face instantly, I froze in horror and slowly turned to face the oven, dread written in my every feature - but it was too late. The damage could not be undone.

I'd forgotten to grease the tin.