step aside, betty

Betty Crocker, that is.

Am baking genius!

Last night, Concerned Roommate pranced into bedroom where yours truly sat v. comfortably reading (after v. long day of disciplined calorie-watching) and pleaded, “H, bake me something chocolatey? Please?”

Simply had to oblige. Such charming requests should not go ignored.

Lacking three major cookie-making ingredients, made v. creative attempt at conjuring up chocolate drop cookies. One part chemistry, one part baking-know-how and two parts What-the-Fuck. Mix well. Bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes.

The result? Unusual but incredibly tasty cakey-cookie confection that hit the spot. Over and over. Am afraid that in overindulging, have set self back in terms of dieting but, have also made great baking discovery. The secret ingredient? Red Wine Vinegar. Shhh. Don’t tell.

Had what could have been v. uncomfortable exchange with J yesterday. But am quite proud to say that was able to remain quite rational and emotionally detached in responding to J’s question of, “Are we never going to be friends again??” One small step for man…

Will also be getting money back this afternoon. Call off the Sicilians.

For now, anyway.

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