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A story from home.
The dinner side of my stomach is full.
But the dessert side is empty.
Of the many, many (and I mean countless) funny things my nieces and nephews say, this one is taking rank as the most often repeated. Itโs just so funny, because itโs so spot-on true.
You eat, and at a point you just cannot, will not take even one more bite of the sandwich/coosa/kibbeh/hushweh/whateveritis.
And yet at the thought of dessert, the whole situation changes. Thereโs plenty of room for a bite (or in my case, a whole plate) of something sweet.
There is probably something very wrong with me (okay, there is) that as an aunt, I canโt wait to get dessert into the kids. I do focus on the food, but then thereโs a point, the moment Iโve been waiting for all through dinner, where I want and I need to say: want something sweet? Perhaps itโs selfish, because of course nobody should eat alone. My dad said so all the time.
I recently asked my nephew if he had room for dessert. No, not really, he said. I tried to hide my disappointment. You suuuuure? I asked. You sure the dessert part of your stomach isnโt a little empty? I mean, I know the dinner side is full, but the dessert side might need a little something.
No, he said. Not really.
Huh. Okay.
I waited a reasonable amount of time, then pulled out the caramel sauce Iโd been experimenting with and sliced up some apples. Come on in here!, I shouted to the house. John came padding in. He didnโt look in the mood for dessert at all, so I asked him would he taste-test this caramel Iโm working on for my blog.
You MADE that? His eyes got big. So did mine.
Go ahead, take a dip, I said. I assured him this would be nothing at all like the failed attempt at caramel apples we had under my own tutelage last year; we remember it often (Iโve given up the ghost on that one and just buy them; our local candy shop makes them far better than I can).
He dipped, with just a light coating of caramel on his apple. About half as much as I scoop up on my own. He takes a big bite and says hey, thatโs really good. I puff up with pride of his palate when he notes thereโs a flavor in there heโs tasted somewhere else.
I hold the bottle of orange blossom water under his nose. NO, heโs certain itโs not that at all.
I ask how he likes the caramel and he says itโs great. He likes how thick it is, and the salt. Theyโre gonna love it, he assures me. Then he pads back to the other room and I see heโs eaten just that one bite of apple with caramel, and nothing more.
I guess he meant it when he said no to dessert, darn it. Kids these days (can you see me? Iโm shaking my head at the futility of it all). They just need to take a lesson from their Uncle Dan, who I watched down half the jar of caramel with just a couple of slices of apple in the time it took John to taste test one bite. Now that children, thatโs what Iโm talkinโ โbout, the dessert side empty.
