Warning: The following blog entry contains items that are not good for you, are not homemade, and are not necessary. But they may have saved my marriage.
I wanted brownies. Then my daughter and my husband started screaming at each other. Okay, he was screaming and she was crying. She was trying to play in the drain with the chemical drain cleaner. So the yelling was warranted. The commotion, and a very long day, screamed "warm brownie sundae."
My husband volunteered to go out for the goods.
"Vanilla?" he asked.
"Vanilla bean," I specified.
Then he called me an ice cream snob and reminded me that he remembered my ice cream idiosyncracies.
"What's my budget?" he asked.
"Thirty bucks if you're using the MAC card."
Out the door he went. My cell phone rang ten minutes later.
"They don't have anything remotely brownie like," he said and then described the contents of the bakery department. "The only thing that looks like something you'd like is a tray of brownies, but it's like nine bucks."
"How many brownies?"
"Seven on the top row."
"Buy it," I said. He laughed.
It had 16 brownies. We ate four (two each, warmed in the microwave with the ice cream on top). We kept three aside to enjoy as a family tomorrow. The remaining nine we wrapped individually in wax paper and taped shut and packaged into two freezer bags.
Total cost: $13.07 and that included half and half for our coffee.
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