About once a year (not even, really), Andy makes a French Silk pie. It is one of his favorites, and he really is the baker in the family, so he can make whatever he chooses in my opinion. And he is so good about letting Whit do a lot of the work - such a patient man. Sounds like the perfect situation, right? A man who loves to bake, who teaches his kids how to bake, and feeds mommy delectable delights.
I was cleaning the kitchen last night when he made his most recent masterpiece, so I was not paying too much attention. That all changed when I walked over to the sink and was met with this horror - a spatula with a ton of chocolate still on it. If it was not already soaked in water, I would have dug it out and gotten to work on ingesting it.
He did let each of the kids lick a beater, which renewed my hope that he can be trained in the future so this disaster can be avoided!
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