Finger Food

I had to go to the grocery store today. It was no choice of mine, it was simply required. Apparently, somewhere in my SAHM handbook (which I’ve lost) it’s my responsibility to make sure we have food for the masses. Or at least the ones that live in my house.

I received the oh-so-popular Deceptively Delicious Cookbook for my birthday. Now this book, despite its struggles with accusations of plagiarism, has received decent reviews all over the bloggy world. However, I’m not a big puree-er. Or hider. Or cauliflower, spinach, squash eater. And I don’t usually inflict those on my family either because that would mean partaking of said veggies myself. So I do like other moms: I put weird things on plates and argue with my children about why they must eat it and explain the "try it 11 times" rule. (You know that one, right? It takes about 11 times of trying a food before you may actually like it? I swear. You can look it up in the handbook if you know where yours is. And if you do, you’re a show-off.) Anyway, I hadn’t bought the book so I was happy to receive it as a gift.

I read and re-read the book. It’s optimistic. Besides being a bit on the perfect side, Mrs. Seinfeld makes it sound like I could really, truly, actually make this work. So I made a list of veggies to buy and puree: chickpeas (I’ve never bought these), couscous (ditto, but this isn’t to puree), baby spinach (this may be the first time it doesn’t turn to soup in my fridge), flaxseed meal (what?). Some other stuff too. Like Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies and Zebra Cakes. You know, for balance.

Then.

Then I saw the Betty Crocker Molten Chocolate Cake. Holy sweet chocolate divine. A single serving. Add water and microwave for 1 minute, 15 seconds. Hell. YES.

I left my cart finished up, hurried home, dumped the groceries, and quickly added the 1/4 cup of water to the mixture. And yes, I totally took that fudge packet and squeezed every bit of "extra" fudge right. into. my. mouth. Mmmhhhmmmm. I said it. You do it too, so don’t be all up in my grill about "ewww gross".

When my sweet mound-o-chocolate-n-fudge was finished I relished every single bite. I ate slowly and enjoyed the mushy fudginess. I think actually involuntarily closed my eyes at one point. Then I looked at the bowl and realized with horror that the fork I was using would not be up to the task of scraping the dregs of mushy fudgy goodness out of the roundness of the bowl. Physics simply wasn’t on my side.

Since I was upstairs and nowhere near the silverware drawer (who really calls it flatware, anyway?) I was in a terrible quandary. There was nothing for it but to slide my finger completely around the bowl and rescue every bit of chocolate and deposit it in my mouth. Because I’m all about the class.

Huh? What? Oh. The cookbook? Yeah. I’m going to puree tomorrow. I’ll let you know how it goes. In the mean time, why don’t you go try the Betty Crocker Warm Molten Chocolate Cake? Because? YUM. You are soooo going to use your finger.

Tagged as: Betty Crocker Molten Chocolate Cake, Deceptively Delicious