up from the deep-seated rocker and headed back
inside. No time like the
present . She was fairly certain Bertie would back her up if needed.
She walked into the kitchen just in time to see the quick caramelization of
sugar on a crème brûlée. It looked yummy, making her wish she had one of her
own.
“You’re back. Perfect timing. I have two more crèmes to do, then
Bertie and I were going to have a little bread pudding. You want?”
“Um, yes!”
That smile again, it just changed Adi’s whole demeanor. “Good.
I’ll be done in a sec. Bertie’s making the Jack Daniels sauce now. Go watch.”
Griffith walked up behind Bertie and watched as she deftly
whipped in the whiskey. The sauce was a beautiful golden brown and smelled
divine. “Hey there, get those mitts on and pull three ramekins out of the lower
oven.”
Griffith did as she was told, her stomach growling in anticipation.
The puddings had a fine golden crust, and brown hints of raisin poked through.
She knew the ultimate touch would be the addition of the sauce, but she
could’ve eaten the pudding as is. Bertie slid the tray onto the counter. She
pulled out three saucers and upended the puddings as quick as you please.
“The trick is the turning. If you turn them when they’re nice and
fresh from the oven, they want to let go of the bowl a lot easier. Let ’em cool
and forget about it.”
She lifted the ramekins and each plate now held a perfect little
castle of golden deliciousness. Bertie scooped a generous amount of sauce on
each and handed one to Griffith.
“Now, it won’t be good unless you burn your mouth. Go on and take
a bite.”
The incredible taste and velvety texture of the pudding was
unlike anything Griffith had ever eaten. It wrapped around her tongue and sent
waves of happiness through her. Amazing .
The sauce was fantastic, just the right accent for the mélange of custard,
bread, butter, and bourbon soaked raisins. She could die happy now. There was
no way that dish could be topped. She had hands down had the best dessert of
her lifetime.
Adi leaned on the counter next to her, enjoying her own pudding.
Griffith watched the play of the muscles in her arm as she scooped a fresh
spoon of heaven.
“How is it that you keep so fit with all this good food around?
If I worked here I’d have a hard time not indulging.”
“I’ve pretty much grown up here in this kitchen, so I guess I
just adapted to the menu. I like walking too. When I get a break I usually walk
down to City Park and walk the trails. Sometimes I take a canoe out on the
Teche too. That probably helps.”
“Canoeing? Seriously? I haven’t been in a canoe since Girl
Scouts.”
Adi hesitated, then looked directly into Griff’s eyes. Griffith
felt a jolt of energy, not knowing what Adi was looking for, but hoping she saw
it in her.
“You’re welcome to come along. If you haven’t ever been out on
the bayou, it’s pretty awesome. Give you a feel for what make this place special.”
Griffith knew instinctively the value of the invitation. This was
something Adi cherished, and she wanted to share it with her. She wants me to know her. It’s
only a matter of time until she opens up to me. If I can just be honest with
myself and Adi, we’ll be fine .
“I’d like that. When would we be able to go? What’s your
schedule?”
“I suppose we could go tomorrow. We’re closed, so we can take as
long as we like. I just have to run a few errands in the morning.”
“That would be great. Thank you. Where and when should I plan to
meet you?”
“Let’s say ten thirty. We can meet up here and drive down to
Jeanerette.”
“Perfect. I’m looking forward to seeing the bayou. I’ve seen
pictures, and it looks beautiful.” Keep
it casual, McNaulty. Don’t lose this chance.
“Just wait until you see it up close. Be sure and bring a
long-sleeved shirt and pants. The sun can be fierce, not to mention the
mosquitoes. Oh, and sunscreen. I’ll take care of
inside. No time like the
present . She was fairly certain Bertie would back her up if needed.
She walked into the kitchen just in time to see the quick caramelization of
sugar on a crème brûlée. It looked yummy, making her wish she had one of her
own.
“You’re back. Perfect timing. I have two more crèmes to do, then
Bertie and I were going to have a little bread pudding. You want?”
“Um, yes!”
That smile again, it just changed Adi’s whole demeanor. “Good.
I’ll be done in a sec. Bertie’s making the Jack Daniels sauce now. Go watch.”
Griffith walked up behind Bertie and watched as she deftly
whipped in the whiskey. The sauce was a beautiful golden brown and smelled
divine. “Hey there, get those mitts on and pull three ramekins out of the lower
oven.”
Griffith did as she was told, her stomach growling in anticipation.
The puddings had a fine golden crust, and brown hints of raisin poked through.
She knew the ultimate touch would be the addition of the sauce, but she
could’ve eaten the pudding as is. Bertie slid the tray onto the counter. She
pulled out three saucers and upended the puddings as quick as you please.
“The trick is the turning. If you turn them when they’re nice and
fresh from the oven, they want to let go of the bowl a lot easier. Let ’em cool
and forget about it.”
She lifted the ramekins and each plate now held a perfect little
castle of golden deliciousness. Bertie scooped a generous amount of sauce on
each and handed one to Griffith.
“Now, it won’t be good unless you burn your mouth. Go on and take
a bite.”
The incredible taste and velvety texture of the pudding was
unlike anything Griffith had ever eaten. It wrapped around her tongue and sent
waves of happiness through her. Amazing .
The sauce was fantastic, just the right accent for the mélange of custard,
bread, butter, and bourbon soaked raisins. She could die happy now. There was
no way that dish could be topped. She had hands down had the best dessert of
her lifetime.
Adi leaned on the counter next to her, enjoying her own pudding.
Griffith watched the play of the muscles in her arm as she scooped a fresh
spoon of heaven.
“How is it that you keep so fit with all this good food around?
If I worked here I’d have a hard time not indulging.”
“I’ve pretty much grown up here in this kitchen, so I guess I
just adapted to the menu. I like walking too. When I get a break I usually walk
down to City Park and walk the trails. Sometimes I take a canoe out on the
Teche too. That probably helps.”
“Canoeing? Seriously? I haven’t been in a canoe since Girl
Scouts.”
Adi hesitated, then looked directly into Griff’s eyes. Griffith
felt a jolt of energy, not knowing what Adi was looking for, but hoping she saw
it in her.
“You’re welcome to come along. If you haven’t ever been out on
the bayou, it’s pretty awesome. Give you a feel for what make this place special.”
Griffith knew instinctively the value of the invitation. This was
something Adi cherished, and she wanted to share it with her. She wants me to know her. It’s
only a matter of time until she opens up to me. If I can just be honest with
myself and Adi, we’ll be fine .
“I’d like that. When would we be able to go? What’s your
schedule?”
“I suppose we could go tomorrow. We’re closed, so we can take as
long as we like. I just have to run a few errands in the morning.”
“That would be great. Thank you. Where and when should I plan to
meet you?”
“Let’s say ten thirty. We can meet up here and drive down to
Jeanerette.”
“Perfect. I’m looking forward to seeing the bayou. I’ve seen
pictures, and it looks beautiful.” Keep
it casual, McNaulty. Don’t lose this chance.
“Just wait until you see it up close. Be sure and bring a
long-sleeved shirt and pants. The sun can be fierce, not to mention the
mosquitoes. Oh, and sunscreen. I’ll take care of
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