“The brew smells like Cheerios dad.” “Yep,” I said. “I should stir the brew some more dad.” “Yep,” I said. “Will those yeasts really nip your finger if you put put your finger in the brew dad?” “Yep” don’t put your finger in there,” I said. We whisked in two cups of flour.
We separated two eggs. “Zelda made these eggs dad.” “Yep,” I said. We dropped the yolks in the brew. We put three pinches of salt in it and three pinches of corn meal. “What’s the corn meal for dad?”
“Search me,” I said. “Search me,” Max said. We stirred in two dollops of Mexican sour cream. We stirred in a half stick of melted butter. “This brew smells famous,” Max said. “I know,” I said. We thinned out the batter with some of the can of beer. I drank the rest of the can of beer. “Can I have some beer,” Max said. “When you’re fourteen,” I said. We whipped the egg whites so they had “stiff peaks.”
Max gently folded them into the brew. “Gently is boring dad,” Max said. “Be that as it may,” I said.Posted by jessica hopper at January 26, 2012 02:54 PM | TrackBack