Martha Stewart, I am not.  Today I decided to make a chocolate cake .  Everything was going well.  The recipe was easy to follow, the batter tasted oh so delicious, and I was making a minimal mess.  Then came the time to put the cake together.  The directions said to put it on a plate and frost, so I did.  Then I put it in the fridge to set, just as the recipe said.  Then I was supposed to transfer it to a wire rack over a cookie sheet to pour more ganache over the cake.  I did.  Every time it said to transfer, starting with taking it out of the pan to cool, it would get looser, and looser, with more cracks in it.  After I poured the ganache on, the recipe said to chill.  Well, it is over a huge cookie sheet!  I was hardly able to fit the cake in the fridge on a plate!  I could have brought it downstairs and put it in the fridge down there, but being 9 months pregnant, why would I do that?  So I thought, I will transfer it back to my cake plate and then chill it.  As I was trying to pick it up, it had had it with being transfered.  The bottom was completely starting to fall apart.  I realized that I would never be able to get it to my cake plate which was up on a stand, so I grabbed a dinner plate to try and slide it under the cake.  I was short a couple of hands, so I had to use my big ol' belly to help push the cake onto the plate.  Well, I lost alot of the bottom to crumbs which fell through the rack, onto the stove, down the oven, and onto the floor.  I lost alot of frosting to my shirt, which had two BIG frosting spots, and my hands which were completely coated with frosting.  I finally got the cake on the plate, grabbed some of the cake which had stayed put on the rack, and shoved it back under the cake.  NOT a pretty sight, but, I tasted some of what was left on the rack, and YUM YUM!   So, the moral?  It's not what's on the outside that counts, it's how it tastes!!!