Baking Powder and Hades

Part 1:
 The other day I made what we call "Eastern Creole."  It's basically some beans and hamburger with cornbread on top.  As we were eating it, I said to Jef, "This cornbread sure has a weird texture, doesn't it?"
Well, turns out that I left out the baking powder.  Woops, that was weird.  But it was still edible, so oh well.

Last night it was time for the weekly pot-luck dinner at the parents' house.  I decided to make home-made biscuits, which I've made a million times.  As I took the first pan out of the oven, I knew that something had gone terribly wrong.  They were still the exact same size as when they went in, and they hadn't browned at all.  It didn't take me long to figure out that I'd forgotten the baking powder.  Again. And this time, they were not edible.

We took a couple cans of corn to the pot-luck dinner.

But seriously, what is wrong with me?  Why do I suddenly have a mind block against baking powder? 

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Part 2:
We have been trying to remember the people of Haiti in our prayers, and the kids have done a good job of following suit.  But the other day it was Cannon's turn to say the dinner prayer.  Somewhere in his almost-six-year-old mind, the word Haiti acquired an s on the end.  So the people in Hades were remembered in our prayer this week.
I hope they appreciated it.