So I'm an idiot. I managed to burn myself taking cookies out of the oven, and dumped the whole sheet. A quarter of a batch of delicious choc-chip-oatmeal units, wasted. Fortunately, I have chickens. The cookie blobs were still warm, and the birds seemed to enjoy them, chasing guineas away and gobbling greedily. They paused now and then to wipe melty chocolate off their beaks.
As I suffered, so did Earl.