Vince also bought this at the store:
Brownies are one of the few chocolate things that I do like. I think he’s trying to torture me.
We were in the health food store and the lady there asked Vince if he was also on the diet. He said “No, but I’m going to start soon!” Hmm . . I hope he’s right but I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for it to happen.
We had this conversation after we got home and I was putting things away.
Me: Vince, do you know you got the family size?
Vince: How many sizes are there?
Me: A lot of the mixes are for 9 x 9 pans. This is for a 9 x 13 pan.
Vince: I guess I’ll have a lot of brownies to eat.
Me: You can eat them while I’m gone (for two weeks).
Vince: You’re going to make them for me before you leave, right?
Me: No. I’m not contributing to your bad health!
He can’t believe it. The only reason I would make them (and I probably will) would be to keep him from using the wrong pan. I don’t want hi using a metal spatula in my good 9 x 13 baking dish and I don’t want it going in the dishwasher.
I suppose I could take my three good baking dishes and hide the in the sewing room but then I’d probably forget where they are and never find them again.