I decided to make cookies to take to my guaranteed-stressful meeting tomorrow so it would be guaranteed-stressful with snacks.
My Lemon Thumbprints turned into Burnt Shortbread though. That's why I ate five of them. To be sure they weren't salvageable. Yeah.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Because I'm self-sacrificing like that.
Posted by The Ousted Princess at 10:50 PM
Labels: baking, I fail at life
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