When we were down at the shore, a box of these various treats was bestowed upon us. The cupcakes, cookies and cannoli’s quickly disappeared. Somehow the brownies were untouched. They sat in our refrigerator for ten days before we came home. Mrs. C was careful to pack up the brownies, but once home they remained untouched for three more days.
Today I decided to try a brownie. I about broke several teeth on these once soft delectable treats which were now hard. They were rock hard.
Now I know one of Mrs. Cranky’s peccadillos is she does not like people to touch or move her stuff. She does not like to throw anything away. I made an executive decision to toss the rock hard brownies. I thought this one peculiarity of hers stopped at stale food.
I thought wrong.
Mrs. C came home from work tonight and for the first time in almost two weeks decided she had a hankering for a brownie. I swear she has a camera monitoring the fridge just waiting for me to throw stuff away, because as soon as I do, that is exactly when she wants something.
It is never good when she calls my proper name.
“What did you do with the brownies?”
“You mean those rock hard stale things in a brownie box?”
“They were still good!”
“I about broke my teeth on them and threw them away.”
“What? I can nuke them and they are fine.”
“You could actually NUKE them with an actual bomb and they would still not break up, and you never microwave anything.”
“Yes I do, I microwave stale brownies and they come out fine!”
“Well I made an executive decision.”
“That’s why you were never made an executive!”
“That is a low blow.”
“Look, from now on, don’t ever throw away a box that says “Vaccaro’s” unless it is empty.”
“You flip out even if I throw out empty boxes.”
“Just never make an executive decision involving Vaccaro’s again...JERK!”
I still say they were way too stale, and until Mrs. C gets her own blog I get the last word.
Please don’t tell.