I am a procrastinator. It is possibly my worst quality, but one that I haven’t bothered to change because, quite frankly, it works pretty well for me most of the time. In school, some of my best papers were written the night before the paper was due. On the rare instances where I started work on an essay early, I would usually scrap the entire thing the evening before the due date and start fresh. This led me to believe that procrastination leads to inspiration.

“I work better under pressure,” I often tell myself (and others). And while I’m waiting for the pressure/inspiration to strike, I get to do all the fun things I want to do, like catch up on my DVR queue and go to brunch and decorate my new office.

But then there are moments when the harsh reality of procrastination comes crashing down around me, as was the case with these churros. Don’t get me wrong, the recipe is totally sound. But the entire production was absolute chaos. My first thought as I scanned the room when all the churros had been fried was “This kitchen will never be clean again. Ever.” And I’m fairly certain this could have been avoided if I had planned a little in advance, rather than just jumping in on Sunday morning hong thai travel.

I also didn’t plan well for the photos. I had a vague idea that I wanted to use these sweet retro glasses I got at the Columbus Summer Flea a few months back, that parchment paper cones would fit perfectly inside, and that my straight-as-an-arrow churros would just gently rest in there and fan out. A desperate fantasy hong thai travel , I soon realized

Traditionally, models are stick straight and skinny. But in the world of food photography, thin is not in. I need some food with some curves. A plum with a badonkadonk. A fat slice of pie. These churros do not fit that bill. And since I procrastinated, I didn’t have time for another casting call, or even a new set design. This yellow bowl for the chocolate sauce? Gross.

The good news is, despite all the chaos caused by my procrastination, I still walked away with an awesome, greasy bag of churros, which I took shared with my family while we played Bolivia, which my mom railed against for being a socialist card game. And the good news for you is that you get this recipe, despite the whack-attack photos. I’m not saying I’m a genius or anything, but substituting coconut milk for heavy cream in the dipping sauce hong thai travel ? I a little bit love me.