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Called Out 2

A while back, I remarked that I like to get creative when serving the food. It doesn't happen all the time, but every now and then, I come up with something good. All in all, though it's mostly just a way to have some fun with putting food on the table. And since I'm the sous chef and we're cooking more these days, that gives me more opportunities to play with the food.

My favorite example of this was with a simple brownie. The Mild Fiancée and I were sitting on the couch, and she asked me to serve the brownies for dessert. As I was pulling the brownies out of the pan, I noticed the rounded corner. Now, I can't tell you exactly what it was about that corner that triggered a memory, but the shape of that corner harkened back to my childhood. I'd seen that rounded edge before. I knew it from somewhere.

As soon as I realized what it reminded me of, I knew I wasn't going to just plop the brownie on the plate. Oh, no no no. I was going to have some fun with this. I pulled out a butter knife, and got to work.

Keep in mind that the Mild Fiancée was sitting on the couch this whole time. As she would later remark, she was wondering what the heck was taking so long. It doesn't take ten minutes to cut out and serve a brownie square, so she knew something was up. Bless her heart, she quietly let me have my fun (side note: it's little things like that that remind me why it's a good idea we're getting married). She did, however, mentally raise an eyebrow.

A little while later, her patience was rewarded with this:
The rounded corner was the top, above the "S"

I had actually been posting a couple of my plating adventures to Facebook at the time, and this one drew one of my favorite reactions. My cousin basically responded with, "okay, now you're just showing off." There was MUCH laughter at that.

So, yeah, folks, I think I'm going to keep plating things as creatively as possible. It's all sorts of fun, and leads to all sorts of shenanigans.

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