ship-jumper's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BSI Ontario-Season Finale Cliffhanger! Let's get one thing straight right out of the gate today. There is nothing wrong, and I mean nothing, with eating a big ol' brownie with the fudge frosting for breakfast!! Right? I mean heck, it's no different than having a doughnut, or pastry, or shots of flavored crap in your coffee. Right? And technically I could argue that I didn't actually have a brownie. You know how it is. You are enjoying your cup of coffee and you waltz into the kitchen and notice out of the corner of your eye there is a pan of brownies on the counter. You think to yourself, "Self, you really don't need a brownie this morning. Just walk on by" So you do. Yet the thoughts of the fudge icing and the chewy texture rolling over your pallet are too much to bear so you head back into the kitchen, pull off the tinfoil, grab a fork, and just grab a fork full. Just a taste! Just a wee bit to satisfy the urging of your taste buds that seem to be screaming at you. You let the chocolate and fudgie heavenly mix dance across your tongue and bounce off the roof of your mouth, and complete the symphony of tastes by washing it down with a swig of coffee. Heaven. So good. No guilt as it wasn't a whole piece of brownie. It was just a taste! So if one bite is ok, may as well have just one more! After all it's only two bites. Hardly enough to get even Jenny Craig screaming down your neck. (Not that I'm a JC follower, mind you.) Grabbing that second bite is now sending you over the edge! It is sooooo damn good! And the chocolate and fudge flavours are a brilliant accompaniment to your morning cup of java. You grab the tinfoil to cover up the pan, and contemplate how the pan of brownies look now. It is SO evident someone came by and took a fork shot to the pan. Ugh. You can't hide it. You know you're going to catch hell when your better half comes home and sees these odd gouges in the brownie row with little marked lines from the tines of the fork. You are so busted. Ok, so you decide to fix it. You are going to hide the evidence. You do this by taking more "little fork fulls" down the entire row to even it out. Oh yummy, this is just so damn good! You need to top off your coffee now just to ensure getting the best taste possible. As you get to the other side of the pan, you view your detailed work of cleaning up the crime scene and get ready to pat yourself on the back. Just as you do you cringe slightly, as you realize that the tine marks from the fork are still visible. You still run the risk of being busted. It's like cleaning up a crime scene of blood without using bleach. The CSI crew will so have you in wrist bracelets within a minute of their swab tests. Ok ok ok. You go to the silverware drawer and grab a knife. You start at one side of the pan and neatly trim the entire row of all the tine marks and disrupted brownie crumbs so as to make it look as clean and unscathed as possible. And of course you can't leave this shavings in the pan as that's just plain stupid so you gobble them up and swallow another gulp of java juice. You stand back and review your work and feel as though you have conquered the world and pulled the wool over the eyes of the BSI (yes, Brownie Scene Investigators). You rock. You know you can always get away with sneaking brownies wherever you go. I could become a serial brownie stealer I suppose. While it does look as if there is some brownie disappearance, there is no proof it was me. After all, if it HAD been me, I would have just cut a square and not tried to hide it! Right?!! There's no DNA evidence, as I cut off the tine marks from the fork that I had been eating with with a clean knife. COME AND GET ME BSI's...if you dare!! But like I said in the beginning. There is NOTHING wrong with having a brownie for breakfast!! 12:30 p.m. - 2008-05-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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