Extreme frustration at a crazy autistic meltdown led me down to the food storage room where I happened to know there was a box of unopened ‘swiss’ cake rolls. You know, cheap chocolate cake wrapped in a roll with cheap white filling, coated in a thin layer of fake milk chocolate. Perfect emotional eating fodder. The package of two was gone in about, well, sixty seconds. Then I found the missing toy that caused the meltdown in the first place. Problem solved.