Reticent about this one but as I have been a little too serious of late, this should compensate:
Chocolate chip cookie dough. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My brother John sent me a sad email over the weekend. I knew right away that the news in the email was going to be sad because in the line set aside for “subject” it read: Sad News.
Now I knew that if it was really sad news, he would have called, so I opened it without too much trepidation. I was so wrong. It was the obituary for one of my favourite people (?)—the Pillsbury Dough Boy. During my boys’ growing up years, the Dough Boy made me their hero. They would never have tasted a hot, melty, “out of the oven” chocolate chip cookie without him.
John’s email read (in part) – “I remember your culinary connection to the deceased” so I thought you should know that the Dough Boy has succumbed to a yeast infection and traumatic complications from repeated pokes to the tummy. He was 71, and is survived by his wife Play Dough, his daughter Jane Dough, and son John Dough, plus there is one in the oven. The service was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
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