Washed-up insurance fraud

During the last few weeks the world has gotten a slightly wrong image of us Germans, and especially me, thanks to Johanna and Kent.
And since I don't want to leave the mark of being a chocolate terminator (once again: Arnold Schwarzenegger is from Austria (as well as Adolf Hitler was, but I don't want to start dissing the Austrians, it's not their fault)!), I decided to bake Banana-Muffins with just an idea of chocolate in them.
I wanted to show all the world that I am able to eat something which major ingredient is not chocolate, but something healthy - like bananas.
No sooner said than done. A few minutes later the tasty smell of banana-muffins filled our flat. Which left only one thing to do: Get them out of there!
So I grabbed the baking paper to lift the muffins, but didn't bear in mind that there could be a heating element at the top of the oven...
Well, it smelt like burnt flesh, which let me come to the conclusion that I had to pay the penalty for neglecting my chocolate consumption.

Do you want to see a picture?
Let me show you:

The next thing I did was eating a whole chocolate bar to calm down the gods of sweets.

Conclusion: The mills of God grind slowly - but I am grinding even slower.