After my final attempt at the perfect recipe, I wondered what to do with the plate full of brownies.
Sampled one. Scrumptious! Now what?
Leaving brownies on my kitchen counter would result in constant temptation.
The next day was Sunday, so I decided to take my chocolate offering to the coffee bar at church. I imagined a few folks would sample them, and I wanted to know their reactions to the secret ingredient I added.
At church, I fixed my usual cup of hot tea and placed the brownies in a convenient place next to the coffee. But then…a surprise.
The ten year-old boys were released from their class and converged on the coffee bar. Within ten seconds, every brownie was consumed with comments:
“Mmm – best ever!”
“Lots of yummy chocolate.”
“Are there any more?”
Years after I raised my own boy, I had forgotten how much fun these fellows could be. Chocolate crumbs around their lips. Smacking fingers. Chuckles and shoving each other out of the way.
My brownies were a success with this test crew. It’s unlikely – in fact – nearly impossible any of these boys will read my novel which features a brownie recipe with a secret ingredient.
These boys are not my target audience.
But for a few moments on a Sunday morning, I remembered the joy of adolescent boys and the promise of the men they might become.
Hope thrives in unexpected places. If we watch for it, keep our senses alert for the slightest tremor of hope, we discover delightful surprises.
Here’s to ten year-old boys – the larvae of manhood. Here’s to their excitement for the simplest of joys – something to eat.
And here’s to the encouragement they passed on to this writer.
©2018 RJ Thesman – All Rights Reserved
When my novel, “No Visible Scars” is published, the recipe for Abigail’s brownies will be included in the final pages of the book. Make a note to purchase “No Visible Scars” so you can share this chocolate wonder with your own boys.