The Secret Society of Sunday Night Snackers
lyssa ireland thomas
3/28/2011 6:50 PM
Being cooking challenged; I was thrilled to learn that Queen Hadlifah likes to play chef. Unfortunately, her repertoire is limited to brownies and cookies, but every journey starts with a first step. Hopefully her voyage will take her The Way of Dinner – WW Style. A girl can dream, can’t she?
Yesterday, Queen Hadlifah decided that she was going to make her World Famous Secret Ingredient Brownies. I agreed to help even though I couldn’t eat her concoction (think Cookie Monster meets Chocolate Crack Monkey).
I set out the brownie mix, oil, water, and eggs. I stepped back to watch the magic. As with most six-year-olds, it was a little touch and go during the egg cracking portion, but otherwise it was uneventful. I finally figured out her secret ingredient when she blew kisses into the silky, brown batter.
After I scraped the gooey goodness into a pan and put it into the oven, I decided to run up to the grocery store for last minute school lunch items. As I perused the aisles, I turned to come face-to-face with the Easter candy. In that moment, I experienced a momentary flashback. My forehead broke out in a sweat and I could feel a lone drop of perspiration run down my back.
I was remembering Sunday nights before starting WWers. It was always Last Chance Pig-Out before the weekly Monday Morning Diet. I would sneak off to the grocery store to stock up on treats I couldn’t have on my diet. Upon returning home, I’d cloister myself in my room and participate in The Secret Society of Sunday Night Snackers. Each time, I would binge beyond human comfort and drift off into a troubled sleep with chocolate on my breath.
Suddenly, I remembered that behavior had been behind me for almost six months. I realized that I never had to return to that nightmare again. It was MY choice to never be that unhappy again.
Later at home, I tried to release Queen Hadlifah’s brownies from their Perfect Brownie Non-Stick Prison (a BRILLIANT invention for people who can’t cut appropriate-sized nibbles). Unfortunately, it must be coated in non-stick spray or it’s Wrestlemania ala Brownies to get them out in one piece. Since I forgot to spray, the fight was on.
Quickly, I learned that I was losing the battle as brownie shrapnel landed everywhere. I was fighting the urge to Hoover the fallen bites. Determined not to take a step back into my old nightmare, I left the brownies on the counter with a request for Sparky to take over.
About an hour later, I heard Sparky hollering in the kitchen. According to the police report, Moo took the foil wrapped brownies, stealthily unwrapped them and hogged down the remaining chocolate yummies.
Apparently, Moo has joined The Secret Society of Sunday Night Snackers.
P.S. No doodles were harmed with the consumption of the brownies. We did witness a massive burp followed by a few killer doodle toots.
Cooking, Family, Fun