Mustang, don’t read this–you’ll yell at me. I wanted to post quickly to extol the virtues of brownie batter. Not brownies, brownie batter. The cheaper the better. I’m a big fan of the Betty Crocker variety. Mix it up according to the recipe, then put on a musical, open a bottle of champagne, and enjoy. Cake batter works too. In fact, that’s how we celebrated BCS passing orals: champagne, brownie AND cake batter, and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Tasty.
Brownie batter also fixes all sorts of things. Exhaustion, irritation, boredom, a lack of food-borne illnesses… Despite the dire warnings Mustang always gives me (and Commish), I have yet to get sick from eating batter. Well, sick from the raw egg at least. I might have gotten sick due to sheer amount consumed. BCS and I usually don’t even bother to turn on the oven. I think I’ll have to figure out how to get her some more over in Italia. They may have pizza and tiramisu to die for, but no brownie batter. I’m converting B to the dark side, as he never did this sort of thing before he met me. ah-ha-ha-ha-haaaa.