“Low-carb brownies?” Marla asked as she clomped ahead of me down the stairs, clutching the bag and plates Julian had given her. “You made these and didn’t tell me?”
“They were an experiment that didn’t turn out very well. I was also making Spicy Brownies, with crystallized ginger and ground ginger. Those came out pretty well. I wasn’t crazy about another attempt at adding spice to brownies—chipotle chile powder. Those burned out the inside of my mouth.”
“But I’ll bet Arch loved them,” said Marla.
“You got that right.”
“Why did you discard the low-carb ones?” Marla wanted to know as we settled ourselves at the long table with the Amour Anonymous notebooks.
“I didn’t discard them. I tasted them. They didn’t seem like the kind of thing that adults at a catered dinner would enjoy.”
“Mmm,
