The problem started with the buttered baking pan.

I was making a casserole in a standard Pyrex 9×13” pan and had everything ready to shlorp into the pan when I checked the recipe and it referred to the “prepared” pan. Prepared? I just hauled it out of the cupboard, is all.

Preparing pans is one of my least favorite things. I have a wonderful cake recipe that starts out “Preheat oven to 350,” followed by “Prepare three round cake tins by buttering all around, dusting with fine bread crumbs, cutting out rounds of wax paper and putting them in all three pans, buttering the wax papers, and dusting once more with fine bread crumbs.” Presumably this should be done at midnight on Samhain by an oiled-up naked boy with a pan flute. The oven has dinged up to temperature even before the wax paper got cut out, there are crushed cracker crumbs all over the counter, no ingredients have been used as of yet, and it will be another half hour before anything goes in the oven.

I hate preparing pans.

But sure enough, there at the top of my recipe it says to prepare a pan by buttering it, first thing. Well, crap. I hate buttering pans. I’m either pushing cold butter into the corners with my fingers or goobering up a little paper towel and either way is unpleasant. But I did it, then went back to the recipe and discovered it had whole different ingredients than what I’d already whomped up, and in fact was a whole different recipe in a whole different tab on my computer. Something I had merely been checking out.

Well, shit. Now I have a buttered pan and a second pan that didn’t need buttering after all, which I went ahead and made my casserole in, but I would be damned if I was going to let that buttered pan go to waste. So I made both recipes, then and there, and froze one of them.

A few days later I bought whipping cream for a tart recipe. It called for three cups of cream. Cream used to come in pints and half-pints but I haven’t seen the smaller size for years. So I was resigned to having an extra cup of cream left over, and then the event I was baking for got postponed, and I wasn’t about to let that cream go bad after all the trouble the cow went through to make it, so I decided to make pots de crème. But that still left a cup of cream and I thought maybe I could make frosting. I didn’t have anything to frost so I made a batch of brownies. But the frosting is enough for a three-layer cake. Turns out you can freeze frosting too, although by the time you get around to pulling that ziploc bag of brown stuff out of the back of the freezer in a half year you’re going to have some doubts about its provenance. You’re probably going to throw it out just in case, but at least you don’t have extra cream.

It all reminds me of the the hot dog conundrum—the most ingenious marketing ploy since “Lather, rinse, repeat.” Weenies come in eight-packs but hot dog buns come in six-packs. Now you have to find the lowest common denominator to get them all used up. Your lowest common denominator is not now, and never has been, “the stupidest or lowest-quality people,” but, in fact, twenty-four, or three packages of weenies and four packages of buns. Hope everyone likes hot dogs.

If not, maybe they’d be interested in my Frosted Green Bean Pudding Bake.