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Ummm... You're supposed to let brownies cool before you eat them?

You’ve peeked into empty cupboards with Noah and me. You’ve devoured whoopie pies with us. You chillaxed against the warm internet fire next to us and slowly picked apart some crazy cinnamon rolls. And, you’ve giggled along side me with Noah and his little frosting incident.

And while we’ve all been hanging having fun, I’ve gained like five pounds. And I blame Pillsbury. I was doing so good on my diet until they came along and paid me to bake with my kid. Problem is, I didn’t just bake what they paid me to bake. We’ve been having so much fun doing it, that Noah and I have been baking all sorts of other Pillsbury things. And due to “that time of the year,” I haven’t really got my exercise routine in check. It’s just not a good combination.

Anyway, I’m kinda sad. This is my last Pillsbury post. <sniff sniff>. And maybe for a good reason. See… baking isn’t exactly my strong suit. And today I *might* have broken the bakers’ code.

As we have each week, Noah and I went to the supermarket and I let Noah choose anything Pillsbury product he wanted. This week a big box of Milk Chocolate brownies caught his eye. I asked him if he wanted frosting, he said no. I told him Dad really wanted frosting. He still said no. I told him Dad really, really, really, really, really wanted some frosting on his brownies, and Noah finally agreed.

Phew.

Brownies without frosting? I don’t know if I could really enjoy them that way. Frosting is the bomb-diggity-dong.

So, we came home loaded with brownie mix, frosting, and a bag of pecans (cause Dad really likes nuts on his brownies, too.)

But before we got started, Noah and I had a little debate over whose turn it was to listen to their songs on the iPod. We couldn’t agree, so I introduced Noah to the concept of flipping a coin. He picked heads. Heads it was. And he did an awesome little dance to show me how excited he was.

“Let’s get started!” I told him. He said he really wanted to try taking a picture of me with my “super giant camera” first!

As scary as it was to hand him a very breakable chunk of metal worth as much as a car, I decided to let him take a shot at it. (pun intended)

And I let him do another. He had very specific gestures and actions he wanted me to perform.

So, anyway, with my camera safely around my own neck again, we got to work on the brownies. First, he poured in the oil and the water. Amazingly, he didn’t spill a drop! I thought kids weren’t supposed to be that talented till they were at least 13.

Then, it was the eggs. I learned when we made the whoopie pies that Noah could handle eggs on his own, and today he did it with flying colors.

Next, the mix. Only about 10% of it ended up on the counter or floor. Not bad.

And then Noah mixed.

And mixed.

And mixed.

And when we were done mixing, Noah licked the spatula clean. And then his fingers. And then the bowl. And then his fingers again. And then the spoon. And then his fingers again.

And then we baked ‘em. And we pulled ‘em out of the oven. And they were pretty.

And this is where we started having problems.

You see, Noah and I were set on enjoying these brownies together, and when I looked at the clock I realized time had gotten away from us. Noah’s stepdad would be there to pick him up fairly soon, and we hadn’t done frosting or nuts or anything yet!

So, I let it cool for like ten minutes (the brownies were still pretty warm) and I told Noah… “If we wanna eat these brownies, we’ve gotta do the frosting right now.

So we did.

And it did okay. It was kind of runny due to the heat but holding together.

And then the nuts.

And since Noah didn’t want any, I let him cover only half of it with pecans.

And, then, with only a couple minutes left, I tried to cut Noah a piece out of the middle.

And yeah… they weren’t hard enough yet.

And yeah… Noah got a spoonfull of goo.

But he still ate it. And he loved it.

And no sooner had he licked his saucer clean than the bell rang and he was whisked away to have fun elsewhere.

And that, is the story of our Pillsbury brownies, which by the way, turned out incredible once they actually did cool completely.

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

PS. Anybody else ever delve into brownies before they were ready?

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