I Was a Liberal Arts Major

In Baking, Creative Nonficiton, Family, Miscellany on 9 April 2010 with no comments

Having cleaned the kitchen yes­ter­day, I decided to mess it up again with a batch of 36 hour choco­late chip cook­ies. I made them right before I picked up my son from school at 3:00.

When my hus­band asked me what our Friday night plans were, I replied, “Cookies! I made a batch of those 36 hour cook­ies today.”

He cocked an eye­brow. “And you plan to eat them tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomor­row night.”

He grunted, poured him­self a brandy. He swirled it around, gave me a side­ways look out of the cor­ner of his eye. “What time you make em?”

“Well,” I said, sens­ing bad math news was com­ing, “I made them around 2:00. So I fig­ure we’ll eat them, like, late Friday night. Like, after dinner.”

He grunted again, took a swig of brandy. “You can’t do math for shit,” he said, shak­ing his head. “Means those cookies’ll be ready at 2:00 in the morn­ing on Saturday.” He pat­ted me on the arm, pushed the glass into my hand. “Drink up,” he said. “I know how you get when you’re out-mathed.”

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