Background: When Eric was young, he had a cookbook called Who is that Short Chef?,from which he learned to cook alongside his mother. He told me about it years ago, but I'd completely forgotten about it.
Today, he is making Magic Cookie Bars, which involve crushing graham cracker crumbs into a crust, then topping it with all manner of deliciosity. He insisted on doing it by hand, despite my repeated arguments that he would get a more consistent crumb using the food processor.
After several minutes of inefficient but loud crushing, we had the following exchange:
Eric: Even if it would have taken a quarter of the time, this way is still better.
Vicki: My argument was never based on the speed, but on the quality of the crumb.
Eric: Well still, this is more fun.
Vicki: That's all that matters.
Eric: Yeah. Damnit.
Vicki: When you're a nearly 30-year-old man, you should only worry about having fun.
Eric: Yes. Hmph. Who is that Short Chef?
I can't say exactly why, but I burst into about ten minutes of hysterics after he said that.
Among his protests, he stammered "Hey! Those are my memories you're laughing at!"
Such a cutie. I can't wait for his cookie bars!
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