After sending my son a pic of the chocolate soufflés that I made at my French baking class last week, I received an emergency text when he was done with his Friday chemistry classes at the University of Utah.
SON: “Must have! I’m starving! Can you swing by like now?”
MOM: “Well, I’m not yet done with my class for the day. I still need to tackle butterscotch pots de creme. I received an ‘A’ for the soufflés and my pear and almond tarts, so I can’t just blow off Butterscotch 101. Comprende vous?”
SON: “Tarts? You also made tarts? And you’re making pots of butterscotch?”
SON: “So I also get some of those, right?”
MOM (sighing): “I suppose so. Unless I decide to have seconds. This is my lunch, you know.”
SON: “I want that for mine, too. I’ve been in class all day and I’m starving! Can you do me a huge favor on the way here?”
MOM: “A favor? Aren’t hot-from-the-oven French desserts enough of a favor? What more could you possibly want?”
SON: “Maybe a shredded beef burrito from Cafe Rio? Smothered? With extra cheese and cilantro? And some guacamole and pico de gallo? Please? Double please?”
MOM (sighing again): “Oh, all right. Football-sized or log-sized?”
SON: “Definitely log. I’m hungry. Hurry! We have nothing to eat!”
Ninety minutes later, after I arrived at his dorm bearing a hefty burrito and French desserts and was actually allowed inside instead of handing off the goods like contraband opium in the parking lot, I peeked into the fridge he shares with his three roommates. It was jam-packed with everything from tamales, salami and yogurt to a case of Reese’s peanut butter cups and a huge block of sharp cheddar cheese.
“What’s this?” I said. “Is this a full fridge or am I hallucinating?”
My son grinned. “You’re definitely hallucinating. There hasn’t been anything in there worth eating for days.”
His roommates were elsewhere, so we sat in the kitchen and talked for a while while he worked his way through the desserts and his log of shredded beef. Then, after hugging him goodbye, I drove home smiling as I wondered, “Was I imagining things? Could it be?”
Maybe, just maybe, he wanted to see me. ☺️💕