This, my friends, is what happens when you're talking to your sister on the phone while you're making chocolate chip bar cookies and congratulating yourself on how well you're following the conversation while running a giant mixer and then forty minutes later you pull a brick out of the oven and think, what the hell just happened? I'll tell you what happened. I forgot to put the fooking flour in the batter. And you know what? It didn't even make good ice cream topping. Nope. I had to throw it all out. Of course, I waited a few days, because it was Ghiradelli chocolate, after all. Dammit. I'm still mad.
