Soren made a joke tonight.
When we were at Target the other day, he got all gaga in the snack aisle while I was picking out some kind of ridiculous organic tortilla chips. He really wanted pretzels. Pretzels are the best. The problem is that the pretzels you get at the store don’t necessarily comply with our no-GMO philosophy, so I don’t buy them.
So then I’m thinking about pretzels long after Soren has probably forgotten about them and I mention to Ben that we should make pretzels this weekend, maybe for dinner because we (well, Ben and I — Soren snacks all the time) don’t eat giant snacks like homemade pretzels. So the plan was to have pretzels and salad for dinner tonight. And of course “we” making pretzels became Ben making pretzels, because I’m a lazy ass and I have this dumb cold that honestly isn’t that bad but has me off my game just enough to be annoying (like, I’ve been spending a lot of time fantasizing about sitting on the couch under a blanket, with beer or tea, watching tv or reading a book while nobody bothers me).
So tonight we had pretzels and salad for dinner and it was awesome. (The recipe for the pretzels is here, but Ben cut back on the baking soda to avoid any chance of bitterness — but I can’t tell you how much he used because he’s too cool to measure anything — and he made the dough in the bread machine instead of using a stand mixer. The recipe for the cheese sauce is here.) The pretzels are divine. You should make them.
The point of this story, at which we will arrive shortly, is the joke Soren made. Ben, is too cool to measure anything, didn’t measure anything while making my cheese sauce and it turned out too watery because he added way too much milk. So the pretzels were ready and he was puttering around adding cornstarch and doing what you do to fix too-watery cheese sauce. Soren was sitting at the dining room table (which is just outside the kitchen) with his pretzel (along with some peas, and a couple cucumber slices and pieces of carrot because he doesn’t like salad yet). Ben told him not to eat his pretzel yet because there would be cheese sauce soon.
A few minutes went by. Soren said, “I ate all my pretzel!” Then he paused for a second. Then he said, “Just kidding!!” and busted out laughing. He’s never made a joke before. It was hilarious — seriously — because it was funny and because he paused just long enough for it to be funny (because just for a second, you’re all OMG he ate that whole pretzel already) and because it was the first joke he’s ever made.
Since then, he’s been a total ham all night. He’s going to have to learn that not everything he says is hilarious. Later, though. Right now, everything he says kind of is hilarious.