A writer does what one must

Okay, so I didn’t make cookies.  I was thinking about Oatmeal but I was short on raisins and Oatmeal cookies are nothing with out enough raisins so that there is a least one in every bite. 

I had the makings for Chocolate chips but I didn’t feel like them.  Ditto for my peanut butter cookies.  I played with the idea of making Pecan Puffs, but discarded it.  And then, at long last, I settled on Brownies. 

It was a good choice.  I got them in the oven at five minutes to three, dashed over to Will’s school, felt nice and relaxed in the passenger seat on the way home.  First, because (thank goodness) Will’s driving skills have much improved.  And secondly, I was thinking about the nice pipping hot brownies that I would be sliding out of the oven when we got home. 

Coming in the front door was like a miniature celebration, the chocolaty warm promising smells of delicious brownies seducing our senses.  We did not pause but made our way straight into the kitchen.  Don came loping up the stairs from the basement the minute he heard our voices.  “Is it brownie time?” he said hopefully. 

AND IT WAS!

We poured ourselves nice full cups of refrigerator cold organic milk, cut out huge portions of hot brownies and sat down at our kitchen table and devoured them.  Don plunging his up to his finger tips into his glass of milk.  Will and I stuck to taking a mouthful of brownie and then washing it down with a slug of milk.  All of us, happy.  Don and Will had to go back for seconds.  I managed to stick to one.  That is until later, when I snuck-carved a slice off another. 

Then I went back into my writing room and managed to squeeze out my writing quota.  Phew.  I don’t know if it’s any good or not, but at least I can relax for the rest of the evening. 

After dinner (Don cooked) I made an icing out of a small slab of butter, some icing sugar, cocoa, a sprinkle of salt, a little heavy whipping cream and a dollop of Kahlua.  And then I spread it on the half of the pan of brownies that remained.  Yum!  I can hardly wait until I’m hungry again so I can eat some more.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, May 08, 2008 in

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