When Boudreaux wed Apasionada, dim' folk dun' had one-a-dim' paardees'. Amid this fiesta-festival the marriage of zydeco and cumbia echoed through the Louisiana swamp. To de' pound of de' music and de' stomp of de' feets: de' fishes leaped, de' bull frogs bellered, de' gators clapped der' jaws, even the heart of the bayou waters did beat. Nine months later, little was the surprise, when one more excuse to celebrate arrived: the birth of brothers Pierre and Pedro. And the brothers two, oh how they grew, all the while living la vida loco. "No life without passion," they often proclaimed, "our undying motto."
And from the passion of the two that grew flowed a love of food. A love fulfilled in the twin's joint venture, The Chocolate Gator Grill, a cafe made famous by their signature entree: chocolate gator gumbo chili-mole'. They cooked; they flourished; no way could folks get enough of that chocolate gator gumbo chili-mole'...
Until one faithless day, national TV reporter/food critic, Creme Brule, into the blue bayou blew, to interview the chocolate toothed two. And with mike in hand Creme gestured about the cafe to ice cream display, to rows of cake, to piles of de' pie, and with an eye for the eerie she did droolingly query, "All chocolate! Everything, chocolate! What's up with that?"
With tear in the eye, Pierre did reply, "Ever since we was just little bitty babies down on the bayou, Ma Ma' Apasionada dun' us so guud'. I remember like today, we watch de' Ma Ma' boil dat' water for our hot chocolate."
"Si," Pedro patted the shoulder of his choked up brother, "Ma Ma' pass last year. But always before she go, she treat her boys a-alright. In dat' boiling water, chunk after chunk of rich dark chocolate find home. She add one ton cane sugar and boat load cream on top. To us dat' hot, hot chocolate mean no limit of love."
No limit viral that interview got viewed. Viral twas the love of the public for the two with no Ma Ma' and a legacy of chocolate. Besides, the food was "A-alright," as Pierre often said, "beyond some-none-a-tall." Thus a new wave of rave swept the nation. And on TV The Chocolate Gator Grill became the number one cooking show sensation.
The intro to the show became cult classic: "Bonjour!" In sync the brothers chimed. Then the twins introduced each other: "My brother right here with the hangy moss chin and head o' hair be Pierre. And my brother right here with the hangy moss chin and head o' hair be Pedro." In sync again, "And we brothers dun' be right here to chocolate you up!" Could TV fare sink any lower...
Well... One faithless day two flat bottom boats down the bayou did float. With camera crew in tow, reporter Creme Brule shadowed Pierre and Pedro into the swamp to reap the meaty ingredient for their chocolate gator gumbo chili-mole. Pierre cast baited tri-hook into dark waters. Pierre retrieved the line, till no more it did went; then slowly pulled the boat toward the end of the line. All stopped at that sunk tri-hook. Pedro readied dat' bat for the gator's head to splat. He peered over the side. With one big swoosh the mother of all gators Pedro dun' took... Red boiled the blood of Pedro in bayou chocolate...
After that moment tragic, and back on shore, "We should-a known some kind-a better!!!" Pierre into the camera did squall. "Too hot, too hot dat' dark water o' chocolate! O' Ma Ma', what have you dun' dun' to you boys! You should-a warn us! Gotta be careful or de' food dun' eat you!!!"
In the eye of camera, the bayou waters, that dark chocolate, framed the figure of Creme Brule. Into the mike Creme no words better than her tears did speak... Till in mid weep Creme cried, cried out, "Obsession stinks!!"
...Boiling hot chocolate burns...
...I guar-raun-tee...
Postscript:
Jeremiah 17:9 KJ, "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?"
In a heart without Jesus, passion mutates to obsession. When passion becomes idol, obsession consumes. So does in the pot on top of Ma Ma's stove, the hot chocolate grow; grow to the boiling chocolate waters of the whole bayou. Chocolate makes a delicious drink, but if you drink it at boiling temp, you get burned. Passion requires direction and limits. Passion needs the correct temperature before it is drank. Who among us as a child has not burned the lips and tip of the tongue with too hot, hot chocolate.
...Listen to the LORD, drink from the brook the living waters of Jesus...
...Drink not of the dark bayou of this world...
