Grant kindly asked me if I would make cookies.
I did. And I put them in the oven.
And then I left the room.
And then half an hour later, I came back into the kitchen.
And then I smelled them.
My kitchen stinks.
They are a lovely shade of black.
I'm just glad I ate a little bit of dough before I put them in the oven.
Maybe I subconsciously burned the cookies on purpose because I did a lot of exercising today and I knew the cookies would ruin it all my hard work.