At the store today, I decided to buy one of those pre-made and scored packages of brownie dough. I love brownies, so I thought it was time to try out this stuff. I'm glad I took this opportunity because now I can tell you--quite knowledgeably--that you shouldn't every follow my lead in this regard. They're just okay, at best. And actually, they're closer to blech than delicious.
But--back to Pop. I had the brownies on a plate and was stirring the beef-veggie stew when Marilyn and Pop came into the house. They'd been out at the foot doctor and taking Snow White for a ride in the car. I think rides with Marilyn are one of Snow White's favorite things. But, I digress. AGAIN. So, they walked into the house and commented on the smell of stew and brownies.
Me: Hey, Pop. Ya want a brownie?
Pop, happily munching away on a brownie which I hadn't seen him take: I already snagged one.
Me: Did you?
Pop, with a grin in his voice: Yep. You had too many over there, so I took one.