The thing about this genre is that it’s engaging on another level. The reader gets to take the information given, in the order it’s offered, and try to figure out who-done-it. The author cunningly leads us down the wrong path, but that’s OK, we can change our minds as often as we want. There’s nothing to lose, we’re engrossed in a story and trying to solve a puzzle.
I think my love for mysteries is why I’ve taken to baking. A new recipe is not just any story, it’s a mystery. I take the information given, in the order it’s offered and try to figure out who-done-it (or if-I-can-do-it). I’m engaged and involved. It can take a lot of twists and turns and sometimes I’ll go down a wrong path. In the end, whether I’m satisfied with the results or I throw the recipe in the trash, the trip has served his purpose.
There are all kinds of mysteries playing out in my home every day as well. Who ate all the Oreos? Mystery. Why did I have to get the boys cell ph0nes, yet they never answer when I call? Mystery. Who left the garage door up all night long (resulting in the GPS being missing from Husband’s car)? Mystery. Why does the main floor bathroom never have any toilet paper? Mystery. Who changed the channel when I got up to get a drink? Mystery. With all this real life mystery it’s surprising I have time to read.
But the biggest mystery is this: one of my kids is in his last year of High School and the other is a Junior. Like it or not, ready or not, this pivotal chapter is nearing its end. When raising young adults, you can guess at where they’re going, but they can completely change direction without so much as signaling their turn. With all the twists and turns, information and misinformation, open road and wrong paths, these authors have got the best of me. I really haven’t a clue who-done-it. I'm just hoping I don't get killed off in the last chapter.
1 stick margarine, softened
1 cup sugar
3 cups powdered sugar
3 Tbsp milk (may need more)
3 Tbsp corn syrup
1 tsp of flavoring (almond, vanilla, or lemon)