OK, we really enjoy reading Into the Woods around here (and singing it, occasionally). One funny line from it goes like this…
“Because the Baker had lost his mother and father in a baking accident —
or so he believed…”
Well, ours was nothing that severe. Lindy and I often bake some cookies together on Wednesday nights while the others are at church.
Tim: Lindy, I need you to add three scoops [tablespoons] of salt.
Lindy: [scooping] One.
Oven: Beep, beep. [Jenn had left some bread in the oven. I know, it is a lot of baking.]
[I closed the salt cellar and turned around to get the bread out. As I was removing it from the pans, I heard the salt cellar close.]
Tim: Lindy, did you put in more salt.
Lindy: Yes.
Tim: How much did you put in?
Lindy: Two.
Tim: Two more scoops? [Which would have been the right amount.]
Lindy: [blank stare]
Tim: Lindy, tell me exactly how much more you put in.
Lindy: Four inches.
Tim: Thanks, Lindy. I’m gonna do the baking soda myself, OK?
So, how were the cookies? Salty or perfect? I’m curious!
The cookies were wonderful, of course. They are my nighttime habit. I make a bunch, freeze them all, and then have bake a handful each night. Tonight’s course is waiting on the other side of the kitchen right now…