My husband is more adventurous than I when it comes to new cuisines, but he is definitely less committed to food, in general. In fact, he is so far removed from the realities of appetite that he thinks you should be hungry in order to eat.
I had just finished making banana nut bread, to use the bananas he forgot until they were brown on the outside and pulpy on the inside. I put the batter in the pan, popped it in the oven, then licked the spoon clean – shiny clean. To tell the truth, I really wanted to go for the bowl too, but I knew I should share, so I asked him if he wanted to lick it, and of course he did.
Twenty minutes later, the bowl was still sitting on the counter. I asked him if he wanted it, hoping he would say no, but he said,
Forgot? Well, that made absolutely no sense to me. If I had a bowl to lick, I wouldn’t forget it for thirty seconds, much less almost half an hour. I handed it to him, shaking my head in wonder, and he meandered into the family room, to settle into his recliner. The one thing we agree on is that one should be comfortable when eating comfort food of any sort.
When he was finished, he put everything in the sink and I couldn’t believe it. He had absolutely NOT licked that bowl! Not only did he leave a few bits on his spoon, he left at least a tablespoonful of batter smeared around the sides and the bottom. Maybe it’s a matter of technique, but there was just a hint of indifference, which, to my mind, is totally unheard of when it comes to cake batter or cookie dough. I could have shown him how to swipe the spoon around (or resort to a spatula, if necessary) to get every last drop.
Out of curiosity I showed him the bowl and asked if he thought it was clean. He just stared at me, not knowing what I was talking about. So I said, "Look how much I can scrape onto this spoon," and he said, "Well, I guess I could have spent a little more time on it." Time? To me, any amount of batter is too good to waste and I’m willing to spend all the time in the world, to get to it. To him it is good only as long as he doesn’t really have work at it.
I tried not to be peeved because, after all, he doesn’t know what he’s missing. But doggone it, if effort is any measure, I sure would have enjoyed that batter a whole lot more than he did.
OMG! Im sooo with you on this one Judy! LOL!
Posted by: Tara Parsley | December 17, 2009 at 02:38 PM