Secret of the day

It has only really been three whole challengingly long years since my grandfather solemnly passed away due to a highly unexpected heart attack and its now another painful Christmas Day the same day he passed away after he passed I mourned his death for a while then soon I became aware that he was in a better place, and he wasn't coming back from the dead no matter how many tears, I decided to waste plus it was also his favorite time of the year. Around this time of afternoon he would have been preparing to make his highly requested crème brûlée it was the most delicious dish I've ever eaten in my time of living. I undoubtedly miss him and poor granny she sometimes talks to herself still often visualizing grandpa is here and, she often says, “Armando come grandpa wants to talk urgently” and it always weakens my heart. Today, I'm grieving because I miss him, and of course, now of all times gran is back at it again talking to herself I took her to the doctor about a week ago and the doctor prescribed her some medicine though she has been taking it she still doesn't, get any better I'm leaving to go out to the shops and buying the groceries Today, I decided I'm going to attempt to make his crème brûlée though I don't know how to cook nor do I know the recipe but I will try to simply use my memory, I'm finally back from the shops and I've gotten all the groceries it's about 5 o'clock now and I've taken off my shoes headed to the kitchen slipped on my apron and now I'm going to ask gran what she can remember about his recipe I asked my grandmom, “if any what details can you remember about grandpas special recipe” and she quickly responded with " oh the famous dish huh? I remember lots for starters he would get 1 quart of heavy crème and some vanilla beans, and he would spilt them then he would scrap them then he would get about 6 egg yolks...” and suddenly out of nowhere grandma stopped talking, and I said " gran why did you stop talking” then she stares at me in utter confusion, and she then says, “I cannot bring myself to finish the list, Armando the remainder you will have to find it out yourself” I frowned and say “it's ok gran I think I'll manage just fine” I proceed to rub her shoulder i than headed back to the kitchen soon after that I place the crème, vanilla bean and its pulp into a sauce pan, and I realize I forgot to preheat the oven, so, I quickly do so preheating it to 325 degrees I bring it to a boil, and then I cover it and let it sit for 15 minutes then I grab a bowl mix some sugar, and the egg yolks together I drew a huge blank for a moment and forgot what was next, so, I stood for a minute then I flashed back to me seeing him cook, and he was saying, “look her boy this the best part don't forget, it's the crucial part to the recipe” as he poured the sauce then I remembered to pour the sauce then I added some cinnamon like he used to do then I added some hibiscus because my grandfather called it his “special remedy” then finally I add some apple brandy- caramel sauce I take my ramekins place them in a pan I baked about 40 minutes until the brûlée was set I then removed it and refrigerated for 2 hours soon after I divide it betwixt me gran, and me after we dig in and ate every last bite she says, “you know what Armando its just like you grandfather used to make it... Thank you, Armando” I said simply “it was no problem gran " I then kissed gran on her cheek and say rest up soon enough I walked to my room and got ready to go to sleep feeling accomplished thinking grandpa must be proud then a bright light appears in corner of my room for a second, I couldn't believe my eyes and then the light starts to speak and it says, “Armando you made my dish I'm so proud of you I knew you could do it I was alongside you the whole time” and I replied in awe, “grandpa? Hi... um, how are the heavens, and what is it like, how is the food, are you happy?” *chuckles lightly* he the responds with “my boy those are great questions, but I need to go though this has been very brief it's been heavenly, but I have to go " I then say with haste " when will you be back” he responds with, “well in the due time my boy”, and before I could respond the light fades into darkness then soon I dose off and wake up the next morning wondering if it were all a dream since then it's been almost 7 years I'm 22 years old now gran got better, but she passed two years ago due to a heart failure which led me to believe heart problems ran in our family, and I miss them both more than you can imagine and I still make my gramps legendary crème brûlée every single-year on Christmas day, and my wife also seems to love it too I now also make my grandmothers famous pumpkin pie but that's another story for another time also I am now married to the woman of my dreams we also have a two-month-old daughter also her name is Aelia I decided to name her after my grandmother, and the name means sun because she is my ray of sunshine and one day I will teach her the recipe one day just as my grandfather had taught me but only so, one day I could soon teach my kids and then it can go on for multiple generations, and one day, I will name my son after his grandfather which is after me he will be Armando the third Armando mean soldier, and he will be my night in shining armor,but until that time arrives Au revior