So I purposely moved around the kitchen, avoiding glancing at the counter where my Mom was making scrumptious-to-the-nth-degree chocolate chip cookie dough in plain sight.
My thought was, if I pretend like I don’t see it or care to see it or talk about it, she’ll interpret that as indifference & – Voila!! – leave the silver bowl of cookie dough unattended to chill in the nearby fridge. Where I would, when she left the room, swoop in for the kill – my foolproof plan was to quickly jab a silver spoon in the bowl to snag me some o’ the good stuff. Delectable raw chocolate chip cookie dough.
I waited. And waited. Then, as expected, all was clear. So I opened the fridge & uncovered part of the foil over the silver bowl of homemade chocolate chip cookie dough. Man, there’s nothing that makes me happier than devouring on a big spoon a hefty hunk of chocolate dough!
Only problem was, when I stealthily made my move & stuck the spoon into the container to retrieve a scoopful, I failed to feel the thickening texture of the hard cookie dough under the foil. Unbeknownst to me, my equally clever Mom picked up on my unsaid idea & under my radar had slipped the cookie dough covered with foil safely in the fridge. Downstairs.
The soft mushy contents of the foil-covered silver bowl I opened up? Homemade lentil soup.
Mom – 1.
Amy – A big ol’ fat goose egg.