And, yes, for the record, there is nothing innately wrong with the word “husband,” as there is with “wife.”<\/p>\n
After plying me with a bottle of wine, Adam said tonight, “There’s nothing in the house for dessert.” I remind him that we have individually sealed bars of biscotti, but he takes a quick look at them and tells me, “Uh, no we don’t.” I still can’t figure out how those bugs got through the plastic wrap, but there you go. These are things I’m better off just not thinking about.<\/p>\n
“Make cookie dough!” I suggest. Adam, surprisingly, agrees. Adam does probably about 50 to 70 percent of the dinner cooking in this household, but generally, I do all of the baking. I learned why when Adam had difficulty stirring the chips into the dough. But that’s not my point here.<\/p>\n
The dough is made and Adam begins to put it in nice neat rounds on the cookie sheets. I of course dive in with my spoon. “What are you doing?” asked Adam. “What do you think?” I responded, licking the creamy goodness from my spoon. I will say, stirring ability aside, Adam makes a mean cookie dough.<\/p>\n
I’d retreat to my computer and then return for more dough. “Stop doing that!” yelled Adam. “It’s not good for you! You’re a mother now! You have to eat well.” (Correction: Adam just said, “It’s not that you have to eat well. It’s just that you can’t eat things that will poison you.”) I just don’t understand his problem. It’s not like I said to him, “Hey, Adam, make cookies!” I was very explicit. “Make cookie dough<\/i>.” It’s not like I care what happens to the dough once I’m done with it.<\/p>\n
(Note after the fact: I am, actually, eating one of the cookies. And it is good. Not as good as the dough was, but as good as a baked cookie can be.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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