Poned by Baked Alaska

My son tells me that "poned" means destroyed.
Last Friday, to celebrate the Birth of Mary, I decided to make Baked Alaska. It has the advantage of having an American name, and as a homeschooling project, we are travelling around the world, beginning in America. Then, I decided to make an extra Baked Alaska for my friend, Debbie, who has a birthday on the same day. You see, then I could put "Happy Birthdays" on the top. I have a bad habit of not reading through to the end of recipes. When I finished said dessert, I noticed on the bottom of the recipe the line that says "Serve immediately." Well, I couldn't serve it immediately, Debbie wasn't here, and after a few minutes of sitting on the counter, these B.A.s were already starting to leak ice cream. Then I put them in the deep freeze until we could go to town and deliver the one, and eat the other at my Brother-in-law's house. Then I found out that Debbie has gone away for the week.
Well, we did eat one, and it was more or less edible. Saw Debbie this morning (a week later) and told her about my adventure, and she said she wouldn't have minded eating my mistake. Then I said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I still have it in my deep freeze!" Some of it melted all over my chicken, but the rest is more or less intact.
I think I'll make her something else instead.