I like to bake! I view it as a healthy coping mechanism for a stress.
I’m currently working on two different assignments simultaneously, so I decided to try and bake lemon squares for the first time, cause I love lemon squares. But I got caught up watching tv with @thestereotypebuster while they were in the oven, and they burnt.
See, the thing about making lemon squares is that you first have to put down a solid layer of powder to form the base, so it’s not just a blob of delicious lemon goop. The problem with that, if you burn it, is that the powder is mostly just sugar. And sugar gets real fucky if you burn it.
After opening the oven to check on what I thought were totally normal lemon squares, but just before I accidentally setting off the fire alarm, I saw this.
My squares looked like they had been infected by a symbiote.
Pulled it out of the oven and OOF
This thing got massacred.
It’s straight up tar. It’s just a layer of tar.
Got to a point where it was cool enough to actually touch it. It’s moldable, like play dough.
My poor roommate didn’t even believe this was food. She thought I had put down a layer of something in the pan and it melted.
THE LEMON SYMBIOTE SAGA CONTINUES!!
I opened my sliding door to clear out some of the smoke and saw a guy who lived in the apartment across the hall from me waving up at my deck. Apparently he got locked out.
I went out onto the deck to ask him what was wrong and barreled right into my screen door. It is been broken for months and I forgot that we JUST got it repaired.
I went downstairs and let the guy inside. While unlocking my door I heard him loudly telling his roommates how he saw me walk directly into my screen door and eat shit. 🤷♀️
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