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Eating brownies with my mom was the best bonding experience, until an unforeseen occurrence took place after my tenth birthday: I was left despising the very thing I loved the most.
With me having no fondness towards cake, cookies were always a go to for my birthday parties. I felt as though I had tried every cookie in the galaxy by the age of nine sugar, snickerdoodle, peanut butter and various other kinds. I was about to finally hit double digits and although cake wasnt an option, me and my mother both agreed it was time to try something new. We headed to the supermarket and down the aisle full of baked goods. Straightaway, my eyes became glued to the red and Brown Betty Crocker delights box. I turned and asked my mother what the image was on the box, walnut brownies , remarked my mother. Without any thought the words I want these had slipped out of my mouth.
Without delay, we grabbed all the boxes on the shelf and went home to begin baking. Eggs, water, vegetable oil, pan, bowl, and whisk , – my mother read out loud as I got all the items, we would need to make these goodies I was seeing on the front of the Betty Crocker box. I was moving so fast that one of the eggs slipped right off the counter and onto the floor. My mother comforted me by expressing how much better it would be if used one egg instead of two. I swiftly wiped my frown away and began to dump all the ingredients into one giant bowl. I can still remember the vibration of the black and decker mixer as the brownie mix flew out of the bowl and onto the cabinets. I could never forget the love and passion my mother and I put into baking those delicious brownies. It seemed as though our bond with one another grew stronger with every batch of brownies we mixed and popped into the oven.
It was December 16, 2012 that I had received one of the most memorable birthday celebrations ever. I was given my first square of a supreme walnut brownie. The room grew silent as everyone was served their piece of brownie which filled the room with a sweet aroma. The warmth and crunch of the walnuts along with the flavor of the chocolaty flaky brownie as my teeth sunk into it is something I still crave present day. However, my love for these wonderful brownies was unfortunately short lived. I awoke with my face completely red and covered in hives the next day. I felt as though someone had released a million fire ants onto my face. My doctor informed me and my mother that I was allergic to chocolate and could no longer eat the very thing I had begun to fall in love with, brownies.
Brownies had a significant impact on my childhood. Childhood is the most innocent phase of anyones life. With the passage of time, it fades into adolescence and adulthood. Yet the sweet memories of childhood linger on threw the simplest things. For me brownies are that simple thing that connects me to childhood. Memories are the little things that keep this world running smoothly. I couldnt imagine completely giving up brownies, even if it gives me hives.
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