When I was a child, My little Gam didn’t make cookies or cakes very often – mostly around Thanksgiving or Christmas. Occasionally for birthday, but usually, birthday cakes were from Mrs. Rhodes’ bakery. She would occasionally make custard or pudding, too. Each of those efforts, though would mean the same thing – licking the bowl!
There is nothing so lovely as licking the bowl! scraping the bits and leavings of the mixings off the sides and bottom of the bowl with a spoon or a rubber scraper, then licking them off. I spent many a happy period of time NOT getting into trouble while licking the bowl – and the spoon and the scraper!
In recent months, the Ol’ Curmudgeon has started making cookies. He makes really good cookies! Raisin Oatmeal, Peanut Butter, Chocolate Chip, and my very favorite, Christmas Cookies – which he kindly makes for me all year round!
I guess it was about the 4th time he made cookies he offered me the mixer beater. We have a lovely Kitchen Aid mixer he got for me when I was still able to cook regularly. I thoroughly enjoyed licking the beater and told him so.
Now, each time he makes cookies, he lets me lick the beater – and the scraper and the bowl and, in the case of some cookies, the scoop. There is something about it that makes me feel loved. I said so this afternoon as I was licking the bowl, beater, scraper and scoop from his latest foray into oatmeal cookie baking – and NOT getting into trouble 
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His reply: “Yep. Why do you think I give ‘em to you?”
Love – ain’t it grand?
Awwwww! How sweet! What a lovely hubster you have! I’m sure you treasure each other.
Yes – I’m the mushy-romantic one, and he’s the laconic, totally logical, unemotional one. A shrink once half-jokingly said he was slightly sociopathic and I was a hysteric so we made a good pair. Over the years since then, I’ve calmed down, and he’s come to appreciate the more, well, spontaneous side of life! Appreciate, not do.