What?! Another summer-savoring recipe and reminder of summer’s end yet to come already here?! I know, I know. I’m clearly behaving as a sullen, whiny teen (which seems so ten, okay fine, five years ago) constantly complaining about another end of the favorite season and consequently, another beginning of the dreaded semester, but I can’t seem to come to terms with the fact that I won’t have as much time to bake and cook anymore! Let me moan just a little. It’s not my intention in the slightest to be cumbersome to any readers with my incessant weeps and woes. Honestly, I keep thinking for some reason that the more I complain and vent about my troubles and worries, it will do one of two things. One, the problem at hand will *poof* magically disappear or disintegrate as the groans and grumbles appear and increase with every word typed and created by my almighty fingers (needless to say, the blatantly desired outcome). Or, two, as I blab on and on about my pathetic minion of a problem especially in comparison to other far more prominent and official worldly disasters and tragedies (although, quite frankly, I can’t really bring myself to say I don’t believe the situation I or any other stressed and exhausted college student is in isn’t a complete and total calamity in and of itself), I’ll be forced to accept (gracefully?) the hell that awaits me.
Or will I?