Ode to Dessert Club
By Jeff Y***
Wednesday, blessed Wednesday,
Usually the third Wednesday, but sometimes the second, of the month.
The weeks and days before, recipe books piled up. Experiments in the kitchen. Wrinkled brow. Please taste this? It just needs 5 more minutes. Stay here, I need to run to the store. Well, I dunno, honey, maybe more chocolate?
Waiting at the oven, thinking, wooden spoon against the mouth, hmm, what are those crafty M's - McNair and McMullin - dreaming up this month?
They are so sweet and nice but they are trying to beat my wife.
And then, 8:20-ish, out the door, carrying her dessert. Always perfect of course. But she is still grumbling that it needs something extra.
Daughter is in bed and I wait. Reading, surfing, exercising, but mostly waiting for the sound of the screen door. She's home! It's like Santa, the Easter Bunny, and a Leprachaun appearing. A cute one with short brown hair and lipstick.
Pour a glass of milk for proper palate cleansing, grab a fork and take a look. Oh, yum and yum and yum and yum. And yum.
Mm-hmm, I'll bet this is a Stratton special. What's this? Hickman? Ah, yes, should have known, so creative. Pause while we all praise Kari Hickman, the genesis. Okay, done. Mmm, yum, Jonny Jacobs will like this one. And this? Sheri, so perfect as usual. Ah, yes, Bowman, amazing, but maybe Bowman squared? Ah, this must be Joelle's, it's as wonderful as her husband. How about Michelle? Delightful.
What, you did not win? How is that possible? You were robbed. I'm sure you came in second by maybe one vote, honey. You'll have to try again next month.
Next third Wednesday, blessed Wednesday.