Monday, March 05, 2007
Brownie Batter Battle
Last night we were having company over, so we made some brownies. While I stirred up the batter, Shelly got out the pan. I then proceeded to pour the batter into the pan, using my wooden spoon to scrape the bowl.
Then Shelly did something which, while it no longer surprises me, continues to baffle me: she pulled out a rubber scraper/spatula to help me.
I tried to fend her off, explaining that (obviously) using such a precision tool rather than a plain old wooden spoon would result in a well-cleaned bowl, and therefore hardly any brownie batter for me to snitch. She recognized the truth of this statement, but seemed to think that it was a good thing.
This is one of the things that perplexes me about Shelly. See, the point in making a batch of brownies is to have a yummy treat and put it into my mouth. The term "yummy treat" is clearly a very broad one, encompassing brownies, candy, root beer floats, and--of course--brownie batter. The way I see it, snitching the batter from the not-so-well-scraped bowl is half the point of making brownies. Ditto for cookie dough. Shelly sees the world differently. And even though we've been married for over three years now, and even though I love her dearly, it still comes as a shock each time she insists that things like cookie dough and brownie batter are not legitimate food items.
My revenge, of course, came when our guests brought chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream to eat with the brownies--and when they opened the lid, they revealed that they had actually made some extra cookie dough and plopped it in with the ice cream.
Then Shelly did something which, while it no longer surprises me, continues to baffle me: she pulled out a rubber scraper/spatula to help me.
I tried to fend her off, explaining that (obviously) using such a precision tool rather than a plain old wooden spoon would result in a well-cleaned bowl, and therefore hardly any brownie batter for me to snitch. She recognized the truth of this statement, but seemed to think that it was a good thing.
This is one of the things that perplexes me about Shelly. See, the point in making a batch of brownies is to have a yummy treat and put it into my mouth. The term "yummy treat" is clearly a very broad one, encompassing brownies, candy, root beer floats, and--of course--brownie batter. The way I see it, snitching the batter from the not-so-well-scraped bowl is half the point of making brownies. Ditto for cookie dough. Shelly sees the world differently. And even though we've been married for over three years now, and even though I love her dearly, it still comes as a shock each time she insists that things like cookie dough and brownie batter are not legitimate food items.
My revenge, of course, came when our guests brought chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream to eat with the brownies--and when they opened the lid, they revealed that they had actually made some extra cookie dough and plopped it in with the ice cream.
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