Here's something you can do at home. On your kitchen counter, collect all the necessary ingredients for making delicious chewy brownies (not the cakelike brownies which everyone knows are for losers). If you've got a mix, well, there's half the battle for you, but all things considered this works better if it's just raw ingredients. Get everything together and arrange it artfully, like it's going to be photographed for a magazine spread, something like "The Stars Return To Comfort Food As The New Nesting Sweeps Hollywood". Got it? Okay, now quickly place a telephone call to your mother, and ask her what's new. After forty-five minutes of submitting to emotional blackmail, psyche-shredding guilt, tortuous nonstop haranguing and passive-aggressive sighing, hang up and return quickly to the kitchen, timing is important here. Look at the arrangement you'd previously made, burn it into your mind. There, now you've successfully associated one of life's simple pleasures with mental anguish. Congratulations, you're a grownup!