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I came home from work jonesing for something sweet and chocolate, but we had nothing of that sort in the house. I ate a pear, but that didn't cut it. So then I decided, I'm not that tired, I'll make some brownies. All the ingredients are here, they don't take too much effort. I turned on the oven and pulled out the box of cocoa. On the back were some recipes for mousse and a cake and homemade frosting. Homemade frosting! I've never really made my own frosting. I'm going to make frosted brownies! I started pulling out a bowl and melted the butter and added the sugar, then realized, duh, I need to start the brownies themselves, and I looked at the clock....and turned off the oven. And made a batch of homemade chocolate frosting. And ate a few spoonfuls of it. And now I feel sick and overfull and also sated. Much like when I eat those few spoonfuls of ready-made frosting in a can from the grocery store.

Tomorrow morning I will open that fridge and see the big bowl of leftovers and shake my head at myself.