My teenager will piddle around in the kitchen from time-to-time, although it looks as if she may have inherited my culinary skills. Not too long ago, she made a couple of batches of brownies for an event. When I asked her why she threw the first batch away, she responded that it had a plastic-y flavor.
“Hmm,” I said. “I wonder if the flour picked up some of the taste from the canister.”
“That could be,” Millie replied. “But I’m thinking it had more to do with the spatula that I baked into it.”
We have taken to referring to that particular dessert as “brownies spatchatori.”