I broiled a bundt cake!! This was a classic air-head moment. When I preheated the oven, I specifically checked that both knobs were on broil. (Oven had issues so it was important to be precise!!) I just wasn't thinking. I knew how to bake a cake!! I was just rushing and not thinking.
The funniest part was that my parents were downstairs eating (right next to the oven). My husband and I were upstairs. We smelled the smoke and were wondering what my parents were doing. We went downstairs and they were just sitting there, completely oblivious to what was going on. My husband opened the oven door and thick, black smoke poured out. He slammed the oven door shut and said, "What the h*ll is in there?!" I told him it was a bundt cake...I made it as a surprise!
He opened the front door, then opened the oven and ran with the cake...throwing it outside. It landed in a snowbank. I will never forget the sizzling sound it made as it melted into the snowbank! (This happened about 17 years ago!)
The next day, my dad retrieved the cake. It was completely black...like charcoal. He wrapped it in plastic wrap and left it on the kitchen counter for days, offering it to everyone who visted. (A nice joke at my expense!!)
About a week later, my dad spread peanut butter all over it, tied a rope to it and hung it on the tree outside the kitchen window for the birds. They loved it. (It looked like a tire swing.) They pecked at it for weeks before it finally broke apart and fell to the ground.