Confession

I was making brownie cookie bars for my roomie today, because I am actively competing for the best roomie ever award, when I dropped some cookie dough on the kitchen floor and then accidentally stepped in it barefooted. I hopped around the kitchen for awhile, unsure of what to do because I didn't want to wipe it on the floor or on my own rug, so I opened the door to my apartment, peeked down the hall...and then wiped my cookie dough foot on the hallway carpet outside my door. Yes, I had paper towels and dish towels in the kitchen, but it honestly did not occur to me to use them. The choice I made actually seemed like the most reasonable solution at the time. The Southern in me: I think it's winning.