Its late. Late, late, late. I used to stay up this late all the time. I'm nocturnal but I can't let anyone know that. That's part of how I pretend to be an adult.
While many people stay up late pursuing nonconstructive pasttimes, I've always been more of a night time baker myself. I didn't plan on staying up to make Hungarian Apple Squares, but I did and I have to tell you they are damn good. Damn good as in, "why did I ever stop baking? Why do I even look at the vending machine at work? Why would I ever buy cookies in a box?" For the past couple of months I've been really disappointed with baked goods--everything tasted to me like it came from the same base recipe but was just shaped/colored differently. Tonight, I am Cured and its because I was able to, as the Spiritualists say, Go Behind the Veil to access my old self. Say what you will about my old self: girlfriend can bake.
I'm also very proud of myself for using up the apples I impulsively bought at the Farmers Market yesterday. Thank You.