Sunday, August 02, 2009
Brownie Bites
A moment ago I did something I haven't done in a very long time: I made brownies when Shelly wasn't in the house. It was a significant occasion because Shelly is a Snitch Nazi. She thinks that the only point of making brownies, for example, is to eat the finished, cooked brownies. She doesn't realize that in actuality, there are two purposes: eating the finished, cooked brownies AND eating the batter. I'm not sure which I like more - brownies or brownie batter.
So as I whipped up a batch this evening, I realized that for the first time in who knows how long* that I had an entire bowl of brownie batter in front of me and I could eat as much of it as I wanted.
You know how much I ate? Not a whole lot. I dumped the batter into the pan and started scraping the sides of the mixing bowl. All I did differently was I stopped before I had thoroughly cleaned the entire bowl. My last scrape or two went into my mouth instead of the bowl. Oh, and I did take a spoon to the pan after I'd put it in the oven, but I did that mostly just to be able to tell Shelly that I'd done it, to see how much it would get her dander up.** All in all, I got maybe a fourth of a cup of batter, or something similarly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. And that's all I wanted. As a matter of fact, all that raw sugar made my mouth sting a little bit. So it's not like I would go crazy if I had the chance. Tonight I had the chance, and I had a small but satisfying snitch.
* If ever - surely there's always been someone, be it my mom or a roommate or someone, to lurk over my snitches.
** I'm writing this as the brownies are still cooking, before she comes home, so I don't know to what elevation her dander will rise.
So as I whipped up a batch this evening, I realized that for the first time in who knows how long* that I had an entire bowl of brownie batter in front of me and I could eat as much of it as I wanted.
You know how much I ate? Not a whole lot. I dumped the batter into the pan and started scraping the sides of the mixing bowl. All I did differently was I stopped before I had thoroughly cleaned the entire bowl. My last scrape or two went into my mouth instead of the bowl. Oh, and I did take a spoon to the pan after I'd put it in the oven, but I did that mostly just to be able to tell Shelly that I'd done it, to see how much it would get her dander up.** All in all, I got maybe a fourth of a cup of batter, or something similarly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. And that's all I wanted. As a matter of fact, all that raw sugar made my mouth sting a little bit. So it's not like I would go crazy if I had the chance. Tonight I had the chance, and I had a small but satisfying snitch.
* If ever - surely there's always been someone, be it my mom or a roommate or someone, to lurk over my snitches.
** I'm writing this as the brownies are still cooking, before she comes home, so I don't know to what elevation her dander will rise.
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