Sometimes, when you leave the oven on, after baking chocolate chip cookies, you have a valid excuse. Like, you get distracted because you fixate on something, and find yourself down a rabbit hole, as the room fills with aromas of equal parts campfire smoke and milk chocolate. Maybe, you’re trying to find a local bottle shop that has Alaskan Smoked Porter in stock, a beer you feel like you see allover the place when you aren’t in the mood, but then when you are in the mood, it’s NOWHERE TO BE FOUND SO YOU HAVE TO BREW YOUR OWN VERSION BECAUSE WTF ALASKA IT’S WINTER AND THIS BEER SHOULD BE EVERYWHERE. Welp, your shortage is our gain. We just cornered the market. You snooze, you lose. You don’t smoke, you go broke. Anyways, what were we in the middle of?! OH SHIT!