Of course, he forgot the cookie dough ingredients, so he went back to the store. No problem. In the vacation spirit and holiday hype, there's no weight on his shoulder. So he goes, returns, and bakes. They look great, right?
Um. He forgot to spray the pan.
As he popped out each cookie, the totally fell apart. Not even the peanut butter cup stayed in tack, and he ended up with a bowl of cookie crumble.
Optimistically, he bagged the giant mess (trust me, it looked nothing like this pan displays) and decided it could be a nice treat to serve over vanilla ice-cream if someone was inclined.
And he tried. He though well of the evening where he would relax, put away laundry, bake, organize, and process an easier state of mind. But the cookies became a disappointment.
It's probably for the best. The temptation of eating them was rather severe and he did eat one and got a terrible stomach ache for the next two hours. What did he learn form all this?
Nothing. It just is what it is.