After wrestling with himself to stay in bed, he finally made his way down to the refrigerator and opened the door. The pie was there, just as he had left it. Albert cut a small sliver of a piece this time and was thrilled all over again at the taste that filled his mouth.
05.12.2021
As Albert makes his way to the fridge to have one more experience of the pie before sleep, all I can say is I’ve been there. Brownies are what call me back to the kitchen time and time again. We start off the night with a fresh-baked pan of brownies. After dinner, each person in my family gets a standard-sized piece for dessert. I alternate each of my bites with a sip of milk until they are both gone. I make sure no crumbs are left on my plate and take my dishes to the sink. As bedtime routines begin, I find myself walking back to the kitchen, removing the lid to the brownie pan, and shaving another quarter-inch off of the existing cut so that it does not look as if the pan has been disturbed. I put the knife down, close the lid, and continue getting ready for bed. Amazingly, I tend to sneak in at least two more quarter-inch trimmings before we finish off the pan. I don’t know if my wife engages in this thievery, too, but it would be hard for me to imagine her being able to resist the urge.
