Two loads run through the dishwasher later and I've cleared the kitchen after today's festivities. This was a holiday for us and it was a carb blowout that I won't bother to record on My Fitness Pal, where the culprit was sugar, not flour. The rest of the cranberry bars (made with a gluten-free cake mix) are in the freezer (after giving a robust chunk to the neighbors next door).
I see some simple doll forms online to do with my thoughts about effigy burning/hanging/poking with needles. But focusing on the turd isn't healthy, so I'll consider if the therapeutic benefits outweigh the harm of focusing on the subject.