What the world needs now is … dessert.
I know, I know, maybe that’s exactly what we don’t need. Or maybe we do need dessert, just divided into sensible portions, like half the brownie pan. (Please understand, I’m not actually endorsing eating half a pan of brownies at once, unless you have plenty of milk.)
My mom didn’t make dessert especially often, maybe a couple times a month. The things she made most frequently were brownies and fruit crumble or crisp. The apple betty recipe in her old “Better Homes and Gardens Cook Book” is marked “Excellent!!” with the page number circled and starred. The fudge brownie page is marked with instructions for doubling the recipe.
Mom didn’t make them for special occasions or to mark festive milestones. She made them for us, just because she loved us. Well, honestly, sometimes she made them for herself because life is hard and demands a double recipe of brownies.
The point is, the part of life that’s worth celebrating is the stuff that happens every day — sitting around the table, looking at the faces we love (or are irritated by, depending), talking about nothing much and laughing at jokes we’ve probably heard before. This is the good stuff. It’s not especially memorable — who looks back fondly on a random Wednesday evening in 1987? — but it is important, because those unremarkable times are when we’re cementing the relationships that matter.