Sweetie Belle managed to open a portal to R’lyeh using only the contents of a normal kitchen.
 
That’s actually a pretty amazing accomplishment.

@Background Pony #E939  
Thanks!

@Ardashir  
From the article on businessinsider.com:  
It is a Hell-beast born of fire!  
Actually, it is a reaction caused by igniting a mixture of Mercury(II) thiocyanate (Hg(SCN)2) and Ammonium chromate (NH4)2CrO4, two highly toxic but highly awesome compounds.

@Gundlach  
What the heck is that?

For some reason I’m reminded of this.  

On another note, am I alone in finding Baron’s version of Sweetie very cute?

@Ardashir  

 
If it’s a cookbok, would it be the Omnomnomicon?

@Lurks-no-More  
… Darn it, that’s much better. Though I’m not sure how well sourdough pie crust would work.

@FanOfMostEverything  
In other words, even death may… pie?

Sweetie needs to stop using eldritch energies when doing any baking.

>”Sweetie, how do you even DO that?”  
>”I don’t know! It was chocolate cake mix from a box! I followed the directions!”  
>”Don’t say it–”  
>”I just don’t know what went wrong!”

Now I’m wondering how this would go with the Student Six and a cooking class. I can see Gallus slapping down a piece of well-aged roadkill and when someone complains it’s no good, “Hey, it’s great! All the maggots love it!”

@Ardashir  
That is not dead which can forever lie.  
And with strange aeons, even death may rise and form a light, flaky crust.

Here’s what Baron had to say about this:
 
Pinkie Pie stared at mass of squirming tentacle with a look of disgust and alarm. A with front hoof she flipped the door of the oven closed. With that accomplished she looked over at Sweetie Belle who had remained motionless and silent for the last 20 seconds. After several more seconds of uncomfortable silence the mare spoke.
 
“Uh, Sweetie. I’m afraid I am going to have to give your cobbler a, well, um, a failing grade.”
 
The filly sighed. “Understood. So Pinkie, do you want to grade my sourdough starter?”
 
The pink mare stared over at the sealed stoneware jar. Occasionally it rock or shake ever so slightly. From within one could hear muffled scratching and clawing sounds punctuated by moaning eldritch sounds.
 
“Nope! Not to day! Let’s um, give it a few more days to settle down.” Then she muttered under her breath. “And hopefully die.”
 
What was Sweetie’s cookbook, the Necronomicon?

Sweetie, what did the cookbook tell you? Kill the squid before making calamari!