Ever since I was a little girl, I hated spatulas. Because, you see, when my mom used them, I knew there would be less dough/batter to lick out of the bowl. And for a sweet tooth such as myself, that was unacceptable. (I once stole and ate an entire bag of Reese's peanut butter chips, convinced my mom would never find out. She did.)
So as I was baking today, I found myself using the spatula to help some dough into a pan. Then I grinned an evil grin. I finished pouring out the batter, then licked the spatula clean.
Then I licked the bowl clean. All by my onesy-selvy.
Being an adult is a wonderful thing.
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