Butter.

I have seven and a half cups of butter on my counter. Because hard butter is like llama spit, no good to be around and very annoying. I haven't been spit on by a llama but I imagine it can't be pleasant. I did get bit by a donkey though and that was super weird and undesirable.
But that's not the topic at hand. Even though llamas should always be discussed. They're fuzzy and silly looking and inspired sonatas.
Butter. Seven and a half cups. That's a shit ton of butter for a shit ton of cookies. Baking is the thing that's always helped me feel more controlled and less like everything is sinking and my body is falling apart. As a bonus, it's delicious. I am making four types of cookie to give my people for Christmas. I mean, some are for me, obviously. It's very important to make sure I am not accidentally poisoning someone. Cookies are better than llama spit (see how I brought that back around, so professional).