
You know, to try to compensate for my amazing stash of this:

The birthday celebration included steak and cake. I made his favorite cake -- angel food with strawberries.
As any man, now 42 years wiser, would do, he hid the cake in the plastic storage container in the oven out of view of 3 little cake loving boys.
A few days later, as any mother, now 40 years wiser, would do, she preheated the oven to cook meatloaf for her darling brood. She got this:

Yep, 350 degrees completely melted the cake container to the grate:

The melting plastic made little spaghetti-like strands that, to my 3 little boys, looked almost edible but smelled like melted plastic.
Nothing short of a blow torch will remove this pan from the grate.
That's okay, I hadn't even eaten a piece yet which helps me feel quite self-righteous when I say I've lost 2.75 in. in my waist!