When people find out I bake, they always say want to come and help. But let’s be real, they don’t want to help, they want to “help.”
They want to sit there at the counter, watch me, distract me, taste everything so much there’s nothing left for photos, give me baking advice, tell me what I should make for them, watch me do the dishes and then take all the treats home on a plate.
Usually I’ll humor them and invite them to my kitchen, but I warn them that it comes with a price.
If anything goes wrong when I’m baking, I will blame them. It doesn’t matter if they were across the room, upstairs, or sleeping on the couch, I will find some hilariously insane way to blame them for what went wrong.
But if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.[end-story]
My roommate said “Can I lick the bowl? It’s cereal right…so it’s perfect for breakfast!”