One morning after church as a 7-year-old, I danced around in my pink floral dress, announcing to everyone in earshot that I was going to San Diego to see my grandparents’ dogs. Not my grandparents… Their dogs. A white Scottish terrier named Kilty and a black on named McDuff. Small and soft, they wagged their tails and licked my chin when I scratched their fluffy heads, and I happily obliged every chance I got.
We loaded up the minivan, including plenty of goldfish and juice boxes for the 8-hour road trip, and my brother and I quietly read library books and played “I Spy” in the backseat. But when Mom pulled off the freeway and led us upstairs to a room at the Howard Johnson Hotel in Anaheim, my bottom lip began to quiver.
My parents smiled and said, “Surprise! We’re stopping to take you to Disneyland tomorrow!” and I promptly burst into tears.
I loved Disneyland. (And I still do!) I collected signatures from Minnie and Pooh, begged to ride the Tea Cups at least 5 times (despite Dad’s spinning-sickness), and posed for pictures in front of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle. I sat for silhouettes on Main Street, dangled my feet over London on Peter Pan’s Adventure, and tugged on Mom’s arm to ask for a Mickey Mouse balloon.
But I hated surprises.
So Daddy called his parents on the hotel phone and, after I wiped away my waterworks and blew my nose into 15 tissues, let me say hi to Kilty and McDuff. I promised to pick out a Christmas ornament for my grandparents at the park, and they agreed to stand at their garden gate with the pups when we drove up their street.
I really enjoyed the next day at Disneyland, but my parents and I learned a big lesson from that trip: do NOT surprise Amy. Ever.
Well, okay. Unless it involves chocolate. Like when I gobbled up this surprise dark chocolate honeycomb from my high school friend. Or when my guy surprised me with gourmet dark chocolate truffles and my favorite 6-layer fudgy chocolate cake.
Then I’m completely giddy, excited, and 200% content.
So when I stuck a Rolo surprise in the center of my ultimate ooey gooey brownies… Bliss. Utter bliss. Seriously, guys. Rich, dense, fudgy squares with melty chocolate and caramel in the middle. This surprise will blow you away—in the happiest sort of way!