Hello world,
There is, in my mind, a small Germanic woman wearing an apron and weilding a spatula. She yells, "Don't forget to scrape out the bowl!" Then she smiles and says, "Do you want to lick the spoon?"
This explains why my thoughts here might be filled with a sternly voiced reason and a whimsy that seem to be at odds with each other.
Yes, this explains alot of things.
I'm going to go make some lemon bars.