Sometimes you are desperate for a little cake. Problem? Everyone around you is on a diet and you can't bake a whole cake or bring one in. And it's 10 o'clock at night.
In desperation, you turn to the internet to find these rumoured microwave cake-in-a-mug recipes. You think to yourself, "How bad could it be?" There's a part of you that knows, deep down, that this won't end well, like when a promising date snaps at your server before you've even ordered. But rather than say, "Thanks, I'm going to save us both the trouble and end this now," you throw the ingredients and way too much (one whole) egg for a single serving cake, into a mug and microwave away.
Yuck. I tried not to waste but I just couldn't take one more rubbery bite of it. Microwave cake recipe inventor, what did flour and sugar ever do to you to deserve such a horrible fate? What did *I* ever do to you? I love cake. Cake is one of my favourite things in the whole wide world, the one food I could eat every single day, and you dressed up in its ingredients and paraded around making a mockery of baked goods everywhere.
It's the kind of epicurean misadventure that makes you wish the internet was intelligent and could tell you at the top of the search results page when something was a terrible idea.
Not cool, internet. Not cool.