My confession:

I baked some brownies this evening. The batch looked moist and chewy when I pulled the trey from the oven. After fifteen minutes of cooling, I picked up the trey, about to cut the individual pieces. It was then that I stumbled and a third of the brownie mass flew from the dish and onto the carpet. My roommates and guests were in the back waiting for their treat, and no one was in the room with me. So I picked the broken mass from the floor, cut it to resemble the other pieces, and returned them to the rest of the batch. At least we vacuumed the floor two days ago.

Everyone agreed the brownies were delicious.