Hey Batter, Batter

Char and I enjoy many meals with Geno’s family. Geno is my best friend who is now nine. Some of these meals are eaten at their home some at ours. It’s fun, easy and it fits with both families lifestyles. While I often refer to it as communal living, I also know I need to be careful where and when I use that word. For many, communal living is more than food. For us it is food.

They invited us over for a very nice dinner the other night and I offered to bring a salad and dessert. For dessert, I decided on double chocolate brownies. Geno wanted to help. Not a problem – it’s part of that communal living thing.

Geno’s job was to clean (lick the bowl) after the batter was mixed. He did quite well. He had batter everywhere, on his hands, on his arms, on his face, one his chin, and on his clothes.

While Geno and I were walking towards his house with the warm brownies, I knew someone had a lot of explaining to do about the chocolate on his shirt.

I just hope his Mom believed what I told her.