> Much preferred delivery method over brownies, which tended to be rather dry.
Posted on 09/16/2025 3:05:30 AM PDT by where's_the_Outrage?
Food is never just food. For many of us, recipes passed down through generations hold memories, traditions, and a sense of family heritage. That’s why one teenager turned to Reddit after clashing with his mom and stepdad over a beloved recipe that he isn’t ready to share.
A 17-year-old explained on Reddit that his dad, who has since passed away, taught him how to make a special batch of gooey, chocolatey birthday brownies. These brownies are more than just dessert; they’re a family tradition on his father’s side and something that connects him to his dad’s memory.
His mom never learned the recipe and admits she isn’t much of a baker. After remarrying, she asked her son to make the brownies for his new step-siblings, hoping to turn the recipe into a tradition for her blended family as well.
The teen said no, explaining that he didn’t want to share something so personal and didn’t want the responsibility of baking for multiple birthdays each year. He even suggested his mom find a new tradition that didn’t rely on him. But his stepdad called him “a stubborn child,” insisting there was “no good reason” not to make the brownies......
This story resonated because it illustrates how food often holds meaning far beyond the table. For the teenager, his dad's brownie recipe is a link to someone he lost, not just a treat to hand out at birthdays. Reddit was nearly unanimous: it's perfectly okay to protect a tradition that feels sacred, even if others don't understand.
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That said my initial thought was of Alice B. Toklas, wonder how many people under 50 would recognize the name?
Making Groovy Brownies | I Love You, Alice B. Toklas
Liberals want people to be forced to share. The kid can share or not share - it’s his call. Sounds like he lives with progressives.
Share the recipe? Fine. Expect the kid to bake everyone’s birthday brownies? No way.
Who cares.
“...Liberals want people to be forced to share. The kid can share or not share - it’s his call...”
...and my Marxist auntie would have said: “Share, and share alike!”
As a kid, when you heard that phrase, it meant only ONE thing. It meant that whatever you were holding was about to be confiscated and redistributed to those “more deserving.”
I learned very early in life that the: “...and share alike” part of that equation was as much of a like as the cake is in “Portal”.
I learned as a young kid that forced “sharing” moves only in ONE direction: specifically the direction that leads away from YOU. Somehow none of that “sharing” ever seems to come back towards you, unless it’s in the form of something insulting or humiliating.
...as much of a LIE as the cake, rather.
Damned “auto-correct”.
This is a male? Selfish little emotion driven prick.
Keep the recipe, kid. Its a birthright and a precious memory.
Our family has a few recipes that we don’t freely share, so I can well understand.
If Mama cared so much, she could have learned it herself.
Stepdad can pound sand...how dare he?
Just bypass the kid and start making sub standard brownies that nobody likes.
He’ll come around eventually.
Momma had special recipes... turns out my inquisitive sister researched it... Betty Crocker, yep... so... I’ll go out on a limb as a man, and a former military trained stewburner who put out 309+ meals per day inport and underway and take a SWAG... Ghirardelli Triple Chocolate Premium Brownie Mix. I can cook brownies from scratch; but why walk when you can ride?
The secret ingredient to her “Hash Brownies?”
If I were the kid, I’d be glad to share the recipe as a reminder of what a great Dad I had...and every time you take a bite, you can remember my Dad, too.
I was heading for ‘Really?’
It’s a part of his Father that he only wants to share by his own hand and in remembrance of his Father...I’m with him....
Kid is smart, that would have been my thought too.
First world problem.
Years ago we were at our best friends home for dinner. She served us the most delicious dish I have ever tasted, Arroz Con Pollo. It was her Cuban mother’s recipe and I asked for the recipe. My friend said, I will have to ask my mom if I can give it to you………several months later I got the recipe, which was at least twenty-five ingredients, a two day project, and a solemn vow to NEVER give it to anyone. I never made it, LOL.
Yours is my initial belief, too.
But there is a lot missing here. Some dynamic that doesn’t get explored.
I suspect the kid is in the “outs” and will be pushed out of the family for whatever reason.
The mom “traded up” and will soon forget about him.
LOL, Cannabis.
So back in the day marijuana laced brownies were called Alice B. Toklas.
> Much preferred delivery method over brownies, which tended to be rather dry.
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