That was close. The vegan cheesecake to which I gave my evening turned on me, and I had to put it down to save myself. Seriously, I haven't lost control of anything in the oven like that in a long time. Stuff was spilling, crusting, billowing, popping, and hurling epithets every time I opened the oven door to peek. I'm pretty sure the pie snorted the corn starch when I wasn't looking. Stuff must be like PCP for pastries. Since when does cheesecake rise? Since it evolved legs.
Back to the drawing board on that one. It's a shame too, because I need a dessert for tomorrow night. Looks like I'll be picking up a pie at Whole Paycheck tomorrow morning and hanging my head in shame.
Perhaps the cheesecake was agitated, like me, because the Oilers were in the process of losing Game 7, while the battle raged on in the oven. I wasn't a big Oilers fan going in, but I enjoyed watching them in the playoffs and was really pulling for them in the finals — though, it wasn't a tough choice over Carolina (WHICH Carolina?).
Off to deal with the gelatinous mess in my kitchen, which also unfortunately tastes horrid. If you were to mix 5 parts Vaseline with 1 part lemon juice and splatter it all over a baking sheet ensnaring bits of crust against the metal like failed Ghostbusters, you'd be about where I'm at right now.