Procrastibaking

I had a weekend of classes this past weekend, with papers due and presentations to be prepped and oodles and oodles of case studies and book chapters to read. So, naturally, Thursday night I found myself baking1.

I forgot to take a picture of the chocolate fudge oat bars that I made, but they pretty much looked like the picture on the page from which I took the recipe. They were made with all things bad for you – butter and white flour and sugar and sweetened condensed milk, which must be ounce-for-ounce the highest calorie substance on earth – and therefore were pretty tasty, if I do say so myself.

Procrastination FTW2!

  1. I have a classmate who actually painted her house in the most productive bout of procrastinating – procrastipainting? – I’ve ever heard of, so in the grand scheme of things, baking is pretty minor. []
  2. Except in the losing weight department. Then it is a procrastination epic fail. []