I came home the other day and found a cookie pan covered with sticky, chocolate chip goop lying in the sink. It looked pretty disgusting.
I went into my husband's office and asked him, "What happened in the kitchen?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Ask your son."
I went back into the kitchen and discovered a box of chocolate chip cookie mix and a bowl loaded with more goop and chunks of butter.
The boy walked in. "Dude, what's going on here?"
"I'm waiting for the butter to melt."
"Unless it gets to be one hundred degrees in here, this butter is not going to melt. Besides, if you're trying to make cookies, this stuff is way too runny!"
"I'm not trying to make cookies," he said.
"Then what are you trying to do?"
He pointed to the back of the box. "I'm trying to make this." It was a brownie/chocolate chip dessert.
I read the directions. "Dude, you need the brownie mix to go with this."
"Oh." Apparently the boy didn't feel inclined to read all of the directions.
"So, now what are you going to do?"
He shrugged and walked away.
I had a choice. I could either toss the entire mess, or attempt to do something with it. Since I'm not one to waste things, I did the latter. I grabbed a loaf pan, stirred the concoction so the butter pieces were a little more broken up, and then poured it in the pan. I popped it into the oven, and guessed at how long the thing should bake. I guessed good. When it was finished, it looked like a loaf of chocolate chip bread. My kids must've smelled it, because not long afterward, they came downstairs to have a piece.
"This is awesome!" Bubba said. "I made the best dessert ever!"
With a little help from Mom!
Before I go, I wanted to let you know that this Sunday, April 23rd, I will be giving a viola recital. If you are in the area, you are welcome to come. Here's the info: