Never have I ever hyped up my cooking skills because I make/bake awesome food, then, while on a family vacation, promise to bake a signature recipie I've made before and loved (Dollywood Cinnamon Bread), spend a day making a triple batch, hyping up how good it is, how awesome it tastes, only to completely cock it up and now my family is expectantly waiting for cinnamon bread that I've spent all day making but isn't any good for some reason despite being PERFECT every other time I've made it and I'm hiding in a room with my face bright red and tears on my cheeks because I never want to look any of them in the eye ever again out of sheer humiliation at my despicable failure?