Men Need Chocolate, Too

I like a schedule.  I'm usually in bed by ten but not this night.

Two sad male faces of Hubby and Andrew met me bemoaning the horrible place that had nothing chocolate and nothing sweet.  I promptly placed the cocoa can on my head and offered a kiss.  They were horrified.

"Is there something chocolate and sweet you can make quickly?"

"Yes, you can make fudge.  Take a quarter stick of butter...."

"No, not us.  We wanted you to make something before you go to bed."

It's 9:45 PM. I like to go to bed at ten.  I had fifteen minutes of Blue Bloods left while I was doing tax paperwork.  No one seemed to be aware I'd been crunching numbers for a day and a half.  All that stuff is magically done, by whom, they never know.

"What do you want?  Cake, cookies, fudge?"

"COOKIES!"

At ten I dragged into the kitchen, dug out my old recipe book and found no bake cookies...the easiest, quickest sweet chocolate item I knew.

I called Andrew for assistance.  He cooks a few things.  When I told him the art of chocolate dessert and how it affected women he almost became a willing participant...almost.

Instructing as we cooked, he measured and added items.  I showed him the cap trick with vanilla....a cap is close to a teaspoon.  He argued.  Had to prove it.  The recipe called for quick oats I had three minute oats but not quite enough so I added Cheerios.  Andrew is questioning my process.  I told him some of the best recipes have been made accidentally or by substitution.  He had a puzzled seventeen-year-old male look on his face.

Time to spoon the cookies.  I called them Drop cookies.  Again, the look.

Finally the cookies have all been "dropped" and still warm.  I stated that they needed to "set up"....yep, I got it again...The Look.

Hubby and Andrew grabbed bowls and spoons and walked away with still warm cookies and smiles.

Would you say the males here are spoiled?

I was in bed by 10:30.