In Which I’ve Lost My Mind
Nothing feels quite as evil as turning up the oven to 425° right now. But, but I really do want pudding pie later. And there’s no justifying turning the oven on once it breaks 90°.
I’ve been terribly negligent about the baking tumblr. I realized the other day that part of taking care of myself as I work through a hard project is finding time to do at least one thing that I enjoy every day. Recreational baking is one of those things. Hence, oven at 425°.
Me being nice to me is dangerous to everyone else.
Also: I need one of those Ice Hats that Marlon Brando had in The Island of Dr. Moreau. No, wait. I need EVERYTHING that Marlon Brando had in The Island of Dr. Moreau. Yes. Ice hats, muumuus, and weird animals/people out for revenge.