I am covered in flour.
Unfortunately, it’s not that cute image of a girl in an apron holding a perfect looking cake with a light dusting on her nose and cheeks.
I look like a freaking ghost.
See, I was making this, and when it came time to put the cake on the floured towel (which was actually supposed to be powdered sugar, oops) my mom got the idea to put the towel on a wire rack and put it upside down on the pan so we could just flip it over and the cake would pop out easy-peasy.
Well, it worked. I just got covered in flour.