Of course, now it's a question of honor.

I very cavalierly decided to try my hand at making shortbread. Too cavalierly, alas. What resulted was two baking sheets of sweet, molten grease held together with a bit of flour. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just not shortbread, is all.

I will measure more carefully next time, and I will defeat the Shortbread Demons. (They are, I suspect, in league with the Writing Demons, because the activities of both result in the same thing: much less writing done.)