Baking disaster.

I've been complaining about final papers a lot, so I thought it would be nice to focus on something else. (Also, I can't bear to start my last paper. It is going to be s-o-o-o-o painful.)

Before my life was consumed by paper-writing, I was working my way through episodes of this Korean "drama" (=mini-series) to practice my listening. It's called "내 이름은 김삼순/My lovely Sam Soon," and many people call it the Korean version of "Bridget Jones' Diary" because the main character (Kim Sam Soon) is considered chubby and socially awkward/unacceptable.

Here are the main character and her love interest (and some weird stuffed pig that keeps showing up):

See the resemblance? Yeah, never mind.


The main character, Kim Sam Soon, likes to bake and even studied at the Cordon Bleu School in France, which the subtitles translate as "Colon Blue." (Hilarious!) Like Kim Sam Soon, I decided to do some baking of my own tonight after my paper was turned in.

I planned to make Natalie's peanut butter cup blondies. Unfortunately, my brain was still aching from writing about "cognitive conceptualizations of spatial relations in preverbal infants." (I will be the first to admit that academics throw around a lot of polysyllabic words that don't say much at all.) I neglected to turn the oven dial from "Broil" to "Bake" (The over has two dials: one for oven setting and the other for temperature.). This was the result:


Ugh, it's a black hole of baking failure!

Because he is secretly a food hoarder, the boyfriend would not let me throw it away. We managed to scrape off the charred top layer and bake the remaining bottom. I considered it a great advancement in my patience that I did not hurl the tray across the room and dissolve into a fit of tears.

In any event, the end result looked bizarrely like organic forest matter:

"It looks like the inside of a rotting tree!" said the boyfriend gleefully.

We are going to eat some of it tonight, but I will attempt to make another correct batch later in the week. Oh, the shame!

Even Bodger thought it was gross, and sometimes he eats poop.

(Not really. That's just what he looks like when he wakes up from a nap.)

Finally, the boyfriend wanted me to share this photo with you. Can you guess what he is holding?


Alright, I am now going to commence what I believe is the last French paper of my academic career. Sweet English, you are always music to my ears!