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.
