The other day I was at a garage sale. (Yes, there are a few sales during the winter and some diehards, like me, still attend them.) The teenage daughter of the house stepped out into the garage and announced that she had just finished making cupcakes and planned on licking the frosting from the beaters.
I nearly salivated. I love to lick icing (and cake batter and let's not forget brownie batter) from beaters. I love to work my tongue between the prongs of the beaters, scraping away every last bit of frosting. I've done this since I was a small child. I made a mess then. I make a mess now. Some things never change.
So, for today, I am grateful for frosting licked from beaters.