so. my roomate is like fortheloveofgodmontresso... in that they feel the need to Bakekolypse. They've only just now admitted that they can't do 14 batches of cookies AND a two cakes before christmas.
tbf one cake was a orange/cranberry with the zest of 5 lb of oranges, from scratch frosting, and individually sugared cranberries, so look my ass isn't complaining.
but holy hell i think my blood sugar is elevated from breathing the air.
oh my god no that is not a feat for a couple of days
that's like a week of bakery doomsday prepping
it isn't but they don't fuck around with baking. (we still only have the galley kitchen help)