Thank you, Betty Crocker
Monday, October 22nd, 2007At first I said to myself, “Betty Crocker must hate women. Who else would put chocolate in a bowl for us to heat up and eat ourselves to death with?” The commercial of that woman, popping chocolate into the microwave and shoveling it into her mouth like it was some sort of budget-priced youth serum or no-frills orgasmic replacement for sex was just too ridiculous.
But then on a lunchhour safari to Walgreens last week with my graphic designer friend from work, I spied Betty’s handiwork. Turns out, Walgreens is in on it too, having cleverly merchandised “Chocolate in a Bowl” in the same aisle as the Midol. Really. And put them on sale. Jackpot. So I bought all of them. I know...
And so I may have just been sitting at my desk, plowing into my Warm Delights “Raspberry Chocolate Decadence” mini bowl, and regained consciousness.
It’s gone. The whole thing. Apparently, I ate it all. And I just caught myself absently licking the spoon and bowl for all remnants of raspberry chocolately goodness while typing. What is WRONG with me?
I just want to say I’m sorry, Betty. You don’t hate women at all. Not only am I now feeling both “warm” and “delightful,” I also feel a sense of accomplishment with my day- I “baked.”
First of all, nice tag. I think I might have used it as my pick up line back in university. As for this Betty Crocker creation, I have to admit, I haven’t seen or heard of it before this post. Is it just chocolate in a bowl you heat up? Is there some brownie in it? I’m very curious.
Yup- it’s all kinds of wonderous things like that….you can get the Raspberry Chocolate Decadence one (which is like chocolate cake/ brownie with raspberry sauce over top), or chocolate molten cake, or fudge brownie with chocolate sauce, or some kind of cinnamon awesomeness creation I saw at the Jewel last night, or a lemony one. Oh- and a chocolate and peanut butter chip one too.
I just call it Chocolate in a Bowl because it’s fun to say.
This post cracked me up. If my dear husband didn’t keep reminding me that I’m a big girl now, I’d totally stick my face in a bowl of chocolate. He’s just jealous because he’s on a bike for 10 hours a week, and I can lose weight by furrowing my brow.