OK, so this is going to be funny. Hang in there.
This all started with this tweet last night:
And I was exhausted! But super proud of myself for thinking about dinner the night before. All it needed was the crust which was already frozen in a disc in the freezer. I even remembered to sit it in the fridge before I went to bed. Last night I asked Scott if he thought he could roll it out and put it on and have it in the oven 30 minutes before I got home from the office. He’s really good about cooking if you tell him what to do. I asked him if he wanted instructions then or wanted to do it over the phone while I was at work today. He brushed me off and said, “No, let’s deal with it tomorrow.”
This morning I emailed him instructions telling him lots of details like to sit it out on the counter so the butter would get to room temperature and put flour down and make sure to put slits in it, etc, etc. He never asked any questions.
So this afternoon I get a call while I’m talking to my manager. I ignore it. When I’m done, I call Scott back and he starts in on an aggravated (but not mad) rant. “This dough will not roll out right! It keeps breaking apart! Is it old or something?”
I said, “No, I just made the other half of that batch like 2 weeks ago and it was just fine. Maybe you put too much flour on it?”
Scott says, “No, I didn’t. Even before I started it was falling apart. I rolled it back in a ball and tried again but then as soon as I touched it, it fell apart. So I just picked it up in pieces and laid it on top. I just wanted you to know when you saw it.”
I said, “That’s fine, honey. We’ll still eat it.” And it really was fine. It was 5:00 by this time and I was stuck in traffic. I really didn’t care what it looked like. And I was super proud of him for doing it without grumbling. On the rest of the way home, I was just thinking about what a good guy he was and when I cut my piece out of the pie I would enjoy it so much more knowing that he had done that for us. Yadda. yadda.
Then I get another phone call before I get home. Scott says, “Was that sugar cookie dough you had in a cylinder tube in the freezer?”
It dawns on me immediately what he’s done. “Yes. You didn’t use that did you?”
Yes. He did. He didn’t read the email carefully so immediately went for the first frozen thing in aluminum foil in the freezer. Little did he realize I had already put the pie dough in the fridge so it was already thawed for him. He said he even checked the freezer up and down when it was flaking so badly and still didn’t see anything.
So he says, “It tastes pretty good though. I figured it out when I took a bite and it was so sweet.”
Holy cow. Funniest thing EVER.
