First, there was the taste test:
And then there was the "How much of this evil can I cram in my mouth at once?" test:
Apparently not all of it; note the crumbs on the floor. Then someone had to clean the spoon that mixed the frosting.
Tell me a mere dishwasher can pay this much attention to detail! Oops, missed a spot!
Whew, what a job! I'm exhausted. Wait, what's this? A frosting molecule still on the spoon? I think not!
After giving the spoon a good going-over, the Evil Genius known as Bird went into a cupcake fueled frenzy, moving with a Tazmanian Devil-like speed and grace that had the cats scattering for the hills hiding places under our beds and our roommate wondering when we invited a herd of angry water buffalo over for a mosh pit.
Eventually, the little guy did get to bed, with a little help from our good friend Mr. Duct Tape.
I swept the crumbs off the floor and called it a night.
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He's making me hungry. I guess it's a good thing that our Month of Celebration kicks off this weekend with, you guessed it, cupcakes.
He can come by and test the batter for me, if he'd like.
I'm sure he'd love to - he has finally discovered the joys of cooking. Well...the joys of spoon licking, anyway.
I still lick the spoon, and, depending upon how hungry I am, I can be just as thorough as bird. A man after my own heart.
Good for you!
The stuff on the spoon has no calories, right?? So why wouldn't we lick the spoon??
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