mmmmm Sugar

My mother bought sugar today. You know you never actually realize how great sugar is until you haven't had it for months. I mean seriously, sugar just rocks and there's no substitute. Trust me I know.

See I live in a house that forbids flavor. Well not forbids, my mother doesn't use sugar or salt and I'm just too lazy to go buy it myself. Besides, anytime I'm actually in a supermarket I've far more important things on my mind than sugar. Like Hot Pockets and Cup-A-Noodles and those eight minute Lipton pasta meals ... basically anything that doesn't require spending more than ten minutes in the kitchen.

But I finally got some sugar this week. For some odd reason I'm going through some sort of nesting stage I guess, where I'm actually cooking ... A MEAL. Really cooking. Not just taking something out of the fridge and sticking it in the microwave or picking up the telephone and calling the Chinese restaurant. I'm COOKING. What's worse is that I'm also baking. Seriously. Brownies, oatmeal cookies, weird ass cakes I saw in recipe books. [Which is even worse because that means I'm spending time LOOKING in a recipe book.]

I don't know what's wrong with me. First it was the TV thing, now it's food. Is my biological clock running out? Am I going through ridiculously early menopause? Why am I nesting? Why do I know the term nesting? Something's really wrong. Perhaps it's my realization that I may not be atheist after all. I'm actually more of an agnostic. But whichever ... I got sugar, so that's always a good thing, regardless of why I got it. Which, by the way, was so I could make the aforementioned oatmeal cookies. Only they didn't come out that great, because I absentmindedly used the wrong measuring spoon and put too much baking powder in, so they ended up looking like weird, little, humpbacked muffins.

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