True Story Tuesday — Making Brownies
We’ve been trapped indoors over the past few days, snowed in yet again. My husband plows, so we’ve seen very little of him. While rummaging around in the pantry trying to figure out what I could throw together for the next few meals, I unearthed a box of brownie mix from the back of the cabinet.
Shane and I put on our matching Christmas aprons, I dragged a chair over to the kitchen island, and we got to work, wanting to surprise Daddy with a pan of warm, fudgy brownies.
He helped me dump the brownie mix into the bowl, I turned away to fill the measuring cup with water, and turned back to discover…
…my son, face down in the bowl, excitedly licking the tippity top of the mound of brownie mix.
He looked up at me curiously when I started to snort with laughter, exclaimed “Nummy! Oh, Mama, nummy!” then dove head-first back into the bowl as though he were bobbing for brownie mix. I could see his face through the clear glass of the mixing bowl — eyes squeezed tightly shut, little tongue licking away at the powdered chocolate mix.
A “good” mother would probably have tossed out the mix and started from scratch. Yeah, well…I guess I’m not that mother. After I wiped my eyes and finally stopped howling with laughter, I gave him a little bowl and spoon with a small gob of brownie mix and let him go to town with it. I moved out of his reach on the other side of the island, quickly mixed in the oil and eggs, and poured it into the pan.
The good news? This made a pretty funny story when my husband finally came home, exhausted after a long day of plowing/sanding/salting/shoveling.
The bad news? The little brownie-mix-fiend woke up early this morning with a whopper of a cold. Uh oh…
In need of a good laugh today? Take a moment to check out other hysterical, amazing, and/or outrageous tales included in this week’s True Story Tuesday.