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You are most likely wondering why there is a picture of a clock for this post.

Lemme ‘splain.

Sunday morning.

I had taken my Chocolate Cherry squares into work the previous day and all were devoured.

Deee-voured.People, you have NO IDEA how good those dang things are.

I know I say that a lot of things are good, and I wouldn’t post a recipe that I didn’t like. But those bars, dear readers, are the best thing I have ever made.

When I gave them to the girls at work, I kid you not, there were shouts of joy. Eyes rolled back in heads. Words like “dear God, these are good” were uttered.

And that was just Melissa.

Now, I might, MIGHT have mumbled something about bringing in something the next day, because I felt bad that there weren’t any squares left, blah blah blah.

I say a lot of things I don’t mean. I’m like that.

So.

Sunday morning I am raring to go, it’s about 11 o’clock, I have time to whip up a lemon bundt cake that’s been on my mind lately.

Dump the butter and sugar into the mixer and get her going, then proceed to get my other ingredients.

Discover I have no flour.

*insert shaking my fist at the sky here*

Give up. Put it in the fridge and think the girls will live without a treat.

The phone rings at 12:40.

It’s Cymantha.

Remember this one? Mrs. Happy?

She’s calling me from work.

I think I should let management know about these personal calls that are going on.

Quite unacceptable.

This conversation ensues.

Cymantha :”Are you bringing something in??? We’re dying here.”

Karlynn: “Oh man, I started to make a cake, but I have no flour in the house, I am soo sorry!”

Cymantha: “But Melissa needs something…I need something!”

Karlynn: ” Ok, I get it, I suck. How about some Timmy’s? I can grab some Timbit’s on the way to work.”

Cymantha: ” Noooooo….we already had Timmy’s today. Twice”

Karlynn: ” Are you freaking serious? Twice? You’ve been at work 5 hours! How about a cake from Sobey’s? “

Then, Cymantha laid the smack down.

Threw down the gauntlet.

Slapped me across the face with the proverbial glove.

Cymantha: “You have a damn food blog Karlynn, how can you run out of flour in your house!”

Oh. Well. How’s that for a verbal spanking? By Mrs Happy, nonetheless.

I’ve been told.

And since I am never one to resist a good challenge, I promptly searched high and low for inspiration. FAST inspiration. I worked at 2. Had to leave at 1:15 at the latest.

It was about 12:50.

And because I have a food blog, I do have reserves. Or because I bake all the time.

Et voila. Butter tarts.

More than they deserved, I tell you.

I walk into work and I hear from Melissa:

“See? I TOLD you she would bring something”.

I was totally played.

And the clock is the time that I managed to bake these suckers up by. Two minutes to spare.

I’ve created monsters.