It is incredible how quickly produce seems to go bad when you are living by yourself. I’m sure everyone has experienced this before. Somehow the strawberries that you swore you bought the other day are already moldy, the milk is sour, and all your bread is stale. I mean I guess it’s my fault for being incapable of buying food for just one person, but it’s still so frustrating. When I came home to old, mushy bananas, I just could not throw away any more food, so there I found myself, in my all black “architect” ensemble, baking. As great as black clothes are for hiding coffee stains and pen leaks, it is apparently not the ideal color to mix with flour, especially if you make as much of a mess in the kitchen as I do.