As they say: Pride goeth before the cookie falls... or something like that.
After the fateful fall, I just couldn't get my fingers in there to get the poor cookie out before it had turned into mush.
Stupid, suicidal cookie.
Perverse sugary goodness that would be laughing at me if it had a mouth.
So, as I went to sleep last night, I had this little nugget running through my head:
Yes, I made it.
Yes, it's silly.
Yes, I love it.