ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! (⇦ me, after baking)
I feel terrible. I went out to see my sister's new house tonight and stopped at Kroger afterwards. I got home between 8-9PM. It is now midnight. I spent that whole time baking chocolate chip banana bars. They are my one and only baked good that family and friends request by name. (Also, they aren't really "bars" but closer to "squares"; I like alliteration though, so the name stuck.)
I made two batches. I also tried to make cream cheese frosting—failed horribly. I then tried the reject frosting with a small banana bar, and belatedly realized a simple banana and chocolate recipe does not pair well with something as rich as cream cheese frosting. So the whole effort was for naught. I don't even know why I thought it was a good idea in the first place.
It seems that every week, my last night off always ends in disaster. It's part of why I still crave cigarettes three years after quitting nicotine.
I don't normally make my status updates this long, but I went through so much turmoil over this dumb shit that I want my suffering to be widely known.