Across the Street
I should know by now that no visit to the Grange is ever short, unless the boy I want is not there. I've really got to stop telling my roommates that I'll be back anytime soon when I venture over there...
I had some unfinished business with Jason, so I trekked to Grange 2 shortly after eight. Their FHE was still going on, but I stayed anyway. It took Jason some time to wrap up our business, so I waited, and by that time FHE was over, everyone was gone, Joran had showed up, and I was deep in conversation with five boys about the most effective ways to tax my kids. That naturally sequed into a conversation on politics, wherein I conversed rather normally and had informed opinions to share. Then it transformed into Boy Who Smiles and Joran discussing haptics (?) and robotics and programming and future intelligent things, before I was eventually left alone with Boy Who Smiles.
Now Boy Who Smiles had several of our tupperware pieces, as I take dinner to him on Campus on Wednesdays. He apparently brought them over earlier today, with a cookie in each one for each one of us girls. I never saw said cookies, and never would have known of their existence had he not asked me tonight at dinner if I ate one. When I showed up at eightish, he told me he'd had an extra cookie, but someone ate it. :( My cookie was digested by some unknown soul!
He felt guilty that my cookie was being digested. As I was getting up to leave (about three hours after I showed up), he got really excited and offered to make me one cookie!
Yes, ONE cookie.
He mixed it in a little bowl, forewent the egg (too much egg for one cookie), and microwaved it.
Yes, microwaved it.
It took some special skill, but the cookie turned out passably edible! It crunched like no other, but it tasted rather cooke-like, which was the ultimate goal.
Moral of the story: I ate a microwaved cookie made just for me.
Also, avoid Joran when he has his trombone. He took great pleasure in playing it right beside my ear, then putting the bell on my back and blowing for all he was worth. He really is another brother...
And then I left at midnight, four hours after arriving.
Pardon me as I go die now.
*dies*
" 'Since when do you need to boil water if you’re going to make cookies?' I asked. I pondered my question, and reflected on my cooking experience, which mainly consisted of watching people cook stuff for me. 'Never mind, I’m not gonna question you.' " ~~Want, Take, Have