The second speed bump happened an hour later, when I discovered the baking powder had been packed and moved to our new house. I wasn’t about to make a third trip to the grocery store, so I called my aunt who thankfully had some and ran across the street to retrieve it. But it was 10pm and my aunt was too tired to wait for me to make the ascent to her fifth floor apartment. Instead, she decided to shout at me in Chinese before throwing the white powder off her balcony - Amanda Bynes style. It must’ve been a pretty comical scene, especially since the shouting drew attention to my hideous (but cherished for their comfort) fitted pyjama shorts. Those shorts are usually kept from public eye, but during my baking powder mini-crisis, my sartorial choices were placed on the back burner as I suspected few neighbours were still outside at the time. Of course, with my luck, my next-door neighbours were all outside fixing their porch lights, which were operational and shone a spotlight on my hideous shorts. My self-consciousness kicked in and I retreated to my home after picking up the baking powder as fast as I could… the situation made more awkward by my poor running form -- impaired by the fact that I had to hold up my boobs as I ran. Thankfully, by the end of my [crazy] Friday evening, I had some AMAZING cookies to show for it.