First date at my place. Lit Brownies & Ice Cream an hour before, because the apartment smelled like the hallway, and the hallway smelled like someone else’s dinner.
He walked in and said “you baked?” I said “a little.” There was no little. There was a candle and a closed window. He is coming back Thursday. He asked if I would make them again. I need a recipe that cannot fail, or a confession that will not end the date. Forgiveness is also of interest.