This is another story from my fun-filled years in the subdivision of friendly neighbors. Do you like cookie dough....raw? My friends and I do and even though they say its not a good idea to eat it raw, we've never gotten sick on it....but we've always done it with our own scratch recipes. During this memory, I was pregnant, awaiting my first child.
My husband worked midnights at the time; he left the house a little after 11 pm and got home a little after 8 in the morning. The shift premium money was a nice extra and it came in handy for the expenses we were incurring since I had quit work.
Shortly after he left one evening I got a phone call from my next door neighbor....she had noticed my lights on. Well, she couldn't sleep and rather than talking to me on the phone and chance disturbing her husband and kids, she just threw on her robe over her jammies and ran over. I put on a pot of coffee and we settled in for a good gossip session. I remember she had curlers in her hair with a babushka tied around her head. LOL
Anyway.....one of us had the bright idea of making cookies. I checked the cupboards and I had all the ingredients for oatmeal cookies so we mixed up a huge batch. A big batch because we intended on munching on the cookie dough while we baked them. We probably would consume more of it before baking than after. We had just gotten that bowl of dough mixed up.....the LARGE Tupperware sized bowl and you KNOW how big that is....when I saw headlights coming into the driveway and recognized the tail lights of our own car. My husband was home!
Now ordinarily this wouldn't be a big thing but I was supposed to be on a diet and if he knew about the cookies he would never let me live it down. I grabbed the bowl and just about threw it at her and said "hide it". She took off with it, running into the living room, her eyes wildly darting around to find somewhere to put this big bowl. She ended up in the spare room we were in the middle of fixing up for a nursery. She came back out into the living room just as he walked in the back door which was off the kitchen. She was sans bowl so I figured she hid it but I didn't know where.
I guess they had had some sort of break down with the line at work and sent everyone home early and to say he was dismayed to see we had company is an understatement. I was hoping that he'd just go to bed and when he was asleep we could resume with our cookie dough madness. No such luck. He was used to staying up all night. He started flipping channels on TV to see what he could find and asked me to make him a snack. There was no cable back then....no 200 plus channels to chose from....but he found some old war movie and settled in with a beer and his snack. She and I shared glances.
For the next 30 minutes, she would get up every now and then and go down the hallway.....presuming that it would be assumed she was going to the bathroom. However, she was really slipping into the bedroom with the hidden goodies in there and partaking of said goodies. I was having a hard time holding back the laughter. After the third trip he gave me a funny look and I knew she was pushing her luck. A few minutes later she went into the kitchen and got a coffee mug. She hid it up under her robe sleeve and once again went back into the hallway. Then she came out and said, well, I guess I should get on home. I went to the back door with her and she showed me the coffee mug filled with cookie dough that she was taking with her. She also told me that the bowl was hidden in the closet with some boxes stacked on top of it. Oh brother..........
As I came back into the house, he was just coming out of that bedroom, having gone in there to figure out what the deal was. I don't know if he thought we had Tom Selleck hidden in there or what but he didn't find the bowl. It was almost daylight before he finally fell asleep and I could go in there and remove the bowl and put it in the refrigerator. The next day I made the cookies but my taste for the dough was more or less ruined.....at least for a while. He never did find out about the bowl hiding ordeal.....and yes, he did rag on me about being on a diet as he munched on the freshly baked cookies. grrrrrrrr. Have you ever done anything stupid like this?.....omg please say you have. LOL