Aaron had an interview for a tenure track position at York University in Toronto. As gorgeous as living in Europe sounds, we miss our friends and family. As such, we were "saddened" at the news that the position had been offered to someone else.
If we were more organized people, we would have had an emergency stash of chocolate, or ice cream or something else equally comforting and bad for us. Instead, we had a leftover square of baker's chocolate, dregs of cream cheese in the fridge, and some off brand Nutella. The perfect ingredients to make a lovely batch of Nutella & Cream Cheese swirled blondies.
What I didn't account for is just how much emotion can alter one's approach to baking. The pan snarled at me, I snarled back and flung tablespoon dollops of hazelnut spread at it. I baked the shit out of it. And the result? An overcooked piece of cake with an edible topping, not even worthy of a plate.
Yup, those are teeth marks on the spoon. There was no decorum in the destruction of this failed dessert.
Now that that is over with, it's time to focus on the positive. Waiting for an answer from York was the hardest part, and now we can move on. This is our home now, for the foreseeable future at least, and I'll work harder at making it just so. Visitors are always welcome. I'll give you a comfy bed and something good to eat. Because despite appearances to the contrary, I can be a pretty good baker. Apparently only when I'm in the mood to do so.