I vividly recall walking home that day and wondering how many items we could sell if the food was actually good and the adults felt compelled to buy it. Not just because we were kids but because the food tempted them. After all, PB&J isn’t that enticing on a hot summer day. I suggested to Paul’s mom that we may something sweet. Everybody likes sweets. And a cold pitcher of lemonade.
On the very next Saturday we sat in her kitchen and watched her make a batch of brownies. She filled the pitcher up with lemonade and water and we grabbed the big wooden spoon and combined to stir it. If the smell in the oven was any indication, this was going to be a very good day. We backed the wagon up to the door and stacked the brownies, all individually wrapped, on board. We stood outside that same pharmacy and held up our crayon splattered sign. “Fudge brownies: 50 cents. Lemonade free with purchase.” The first person that stopped by bought one and told us how good they were. This was the start of our downfall.
We probably ate half of the possible profits that day. We covered the cost of the brownies package and had a buck or two leftover. Not that much really. We raced to unwrap the brownies while the other poured cup after cup of lemonade. We pulled his empty wagon back to his house after we ran out and wondered it all went wrong. We figured out that we couldn’t sell anything that we liked. We were kids. We had no will power.
Those brownies, even though they came from a package, were the first ones I had. I remember how soft and chewy they were. I remember the smile that crept up on my face when I first tasted them. I remember how happy I was to be a kid in this new neighbourhood. I knew from that moment on that things were going to be ok in this new house and new neighbourhood. Those kids helped write the chapters of my childhood.
Some of my favourite memories are of growing up in that part of Toronto with friends like Paul. We grew up together and learned life lessons together. Even when we went our different ways after high school, we always had those memories. To this day I often sit around and reminisce. I roll back the pictures in my mind and stop at those early days when food and people painted on the canvas of my youth.
From my kitchen to yours, happy eating!
**This is one recipe that I prefer not to post. If you really want it, please contact me and i’ll pass it along. Thanks!