Case in point:
Me: How do you get the chocolate in a chocolate cake?
Jason: You use baking chocolate chunks.
Me: But then you just have... chocolate chunk cake.
Jason: What? No. You break up the baking chocolate.
Me: You would still just have chunks of chocolate in your cake. Maybe powdered chocolate is used? I want to know how you get a cake that is brown all over.
Jason: You use the chocolate chunks and just wait until everything is homogeneous.
Me: That doesn't make sense. When would the chocolate melt? The batter isn't hot.
Jason: What does batter even look like?
Objective Point Summary:
- -8 for not knowing how to get the chocolate into a cake
- +3 for imagining a chocolate chunk cake
- +2 for suspecting that it has to do with powdered cocoa
- -4 for describing a food that is "brown all over"
- +1 for knowing what batter is
Total points in Culinary Arts: -6.
- +3 for knowing about baking chocolate
- -1 for not understanding how tossing in chocolate chunks would not solve the chocolate cake conundrum
- +3 for doggedly believing in his original idea of chocolate chunks despite my scoffs and mockery
- +0.5 for using the word homogeneous after midnight
- -2 for still not understanding how tossing in chocolate chunks would not solve the chocolate cake conundrum
- -10 for not knowing about batter
- +4 for skillfully changing the topic to reveal an even more ludicrous knowledge gap
- -5 for going back to bed still not understanding how tossing in chocolate chunks would not solve the chocolate cake conundrum
Total points in Culinary Arts: -7.5
If you factor in our genders, you could technically argue that our scores come out even-steven. But we all know how sexist that would be, so... I win [if you consider the lesser negative score to be a win].
I think the real bottom line here is that someone needs to bake a chocolate cake for us. Nay, two chocolate cakes. One with baking chocolate chunks and one with whatever the correct method is.
Because, no, we never did educate ourselves on the finer points of chocolate cake making. Instead, we went back to sleep. Like any otherwise-intelligent parents of a 19-week-old should.
|The important part is not who is right but who has the more ridiculous arguments.|