A Little Debbie Rescue

Chris was over a while ago, stayed for supper and conversation and we talked for a while. Quite a while, actually. It was getting close to midnight and he was getting ready to leave when he remembered he had a picnic-type thing at one of his jobs the next day. He was supposed to bring a desert. He groaned when he thought the only solution was to stop at one of the all night grocery stores, pick up a box of brownies and spend the next couple of hours making it. I told him there was an easier way.

“Stop at the store,” I told him, “and pick up a couple of boxes of Little Debbie brownies. When you get home take them out of their cellophane packages, cut them apart and put them on a paper plate then wrap the plate and brownies with plastic wrap. They’ll look home made.”

Chris prides himself on his cooking ability and I got such a look as he shook his head and left for the store. When I saw him the next day I asked him how the picnic went. He said it was okay. I asked how late he was up making brownies and he shuddered a little bit.

“You know,” he said, “I was so tired by the time I got to the store I just went ahead with your idea.”

“How did that go?” I asked.

He shuddered again and said, “Three people asked me for the recipe.”