December again. The month that runs restaurants like a sprint and mothers like a marathon. Christmas dinner orders opened December 1st. By December 5th: 108 orders. ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT. Last year was 82. The growth is: 32%. Rita would say: "That's not luck." She's right. It's not luck. It's cornbread and a team and an Instagram with 4,200 followers (Chloe's doing — the girl has grown the account from 47 to 4,200 in eighteen months, the kind of growth that social media managers charge thousands for and Chloe does for free because the food is her content and the content is her passion and the passion is: unpaid but priceless).
The Christmas menu: expanded. Turkey, ham, prime rib (James's annual escalation — this year's protein is simply called "The Legend" because James has run out of monster movie names and has moved to mythological territory). Cornbread dressing, greens (Tamika's — now a menu staple, the greens that customers call "transformative," which is a word I would never use for a vegetable but which is apparently accurate when the vegetable is cooked by Tamika Williams). Mac and cheese. Sweet potato casserole with pecan topping (my recipe, Earline's sweet potatoes, my pecans, the mashup that is the Mitchell family in a baking dish). And pies — Chloe's pecan pies, 108 of them, the number that required an emergency expansion of the Gantt chart and a second oven rental from a church kitchen down the street.
I am tired. The kind of December tired that lives in the bones, not the muscles. The bones-tired. The tired that doesn't go away with sleep because the sleep is insufficient — five hours a night, maybe six, the hours between closing the restaurant and opening the restaurant, the hours where I lie in bed and think about 108 turkeys and whether the sweet potato casserole needs more pecans and whether Jayden is okay (the "fine" boy, the closed-door boy, the boy who goes to school and comes home and goes to his room and the room is: a fortress I can't breach). The tired is: cumulative. The tired is: the tax of ambition. But the tired also has a counter: the pride. The 108 orders. The $45,000+ month. The museum exhibition. The team. The table. The pride is louder than the tired, most days. Most days.
Elijah is making his Christmas list. It is: one item. "A fish." A FISH. Not an orange fish specifically, though I suspect the fish will need to be orange. A fish. A living creature. An animal that lives in water and requires a tank and food and the kind of responsibility that a six-year-old thinks he's ready for because Mrs. Chen's classroom has a fish and the fish seems "easy" (it is not easy; fish die with alarming regularity; I am not ready for my child's first encounter with pet death but the fish is: coming).
Dinner: takeout Chinese. Because December. Because 108 orders. Because the woman who cooks for a living deserves to not cook sometimes and the not-cooking is: self-care disguised as lo mein. The lo mein is: Wednesday. The Wednesday is: December. The December is: survival. Beautiful, cornbread-scented, museum-exhibited, 108-order survival.
The lo mein was Wednesday’s act of self-care. Thursday’s was this — a pan of Brownie Delight I mixed after Elijah went to bed, mostly because I needed something that required zero creativity, zero menu strategy, and zero decisions about pecan ratios. Sweet potato casserole with pecan topping is my recipe, my pride, the Mitchell family in a baking dish — but this brownie? This brownie is just mine. The kind of thing you make at eleven p.m. because 108 orders is a reason to celebrate even when your bones are too tired to feel it, and chocolate has a way of reaching places sleep can’t.
Brownie Delight
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 30 min | Total Time: 45 min | Servings: 16
Ingredients
- 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter
- 2 cups granulated sugar
- 4 large eggs
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1 cup all-purpose flour
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
- 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans (optional)
Instructions
- Preheat and prep. Preheat your oven to 350°F. Grease a 9x13-inch baking pan or line it with parchment paper and set aside.
- Melt the butter. In a medium saucepan over low heat, melt the butter completely. Remove from heat and let cool for 5 minutes.
- Mix wet ingredients. Whisk the sugar into the melted butter until combined. Add eggs one at a time, whisking after each addition. Stir in vanilla extract.
- Add dry ingredients. Sift in the cocoa powder, flour, salt, and baking powder. Stir with a spatula until just combined — do not overmix.
- Fold in mix-ins. Fold in the chocolate chips and nuts if using. The batter will be thick and glossy.
- Bake. Pour batter into the prepared pan and spread evenly. Bake for 28–32 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out with moist crumbs (not wet batter). Do not overbake.
- Cool and cut. Allow brownies to cool completely in the pan before cutting into squares. For cleanest cuts, refrigerate for 30 minutes before slicing.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 310 | Protein: 4g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 42g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 115mg