I spent a good deal of this past weekend frustrated.  It wasn’t “ruin-the-weekend” frustrated; more like “life’s-little-annoyances” frustrated.  I had three distinct frustrating events, each eliciting drastically different feelings that all still somehow could be described as “frustrating”.  The first frustrating experience of my weekend involved chocolate chip cookies.  That’s right, chocolate chip cookies.  Strap into your spaceship chair, close your eyes, and clench your butt muscles in preparation for warp speed, because we are heading for the Worm Hole of Serious Conversation.  I am not an excellent cook or baker by any means, but given a recipe, a kitchen, … Continue reading Frustrated