Fort Mill Times

Brain Flurries - April 9, 2008

Karen Tomas is a resident of Fort Mill. E-mail her at
Karen Tomas is a resident of Fort Mill. E-mail her at

I was flipping channels one night and there was Donkey yapping to Shrek

about parfaits. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a parfait. Was it possibly ... never?

And what exactly is a parfait? Donkey seemed to know and he wanted one. I was beginning to wonder if I knew anyone, besides Donkey, that ate parfaits.

So, when my dad called the following morning, amid stock talk, I asked, "When was the last time you had a parfait?"

"A parfait?" he asked. "Hmmm..." He needed his thinking cap for this one.

When he finally answered, it was a definite, "I can't remember."

Obviously, parfaits didn't run in our family. My dad's recollection of parfaits

was the same as mine, none.

That evening, I tracked my husband down on the patio. He started talking landscaping. I wanted to talk parfaits. When he momentarily stopped to take a breath, I snuck it in, "Hey, have you ever had a parfait?"

"Why? Do you have one?" He replied quickly.

If it's food, he's in.

Then he added, "What is a parfait, anyway? Isn't it like ice cream and something?"

My thoughts exactly, ice cream and something. But what was the "something"

and where did it go? Little did I know, I was about to find out. What follows is hard to believe, but it's true.

It was a Sunday evening when I first saw Donkey yammering about parfaits. He started me thinking about parfaits, writing about parfaits, then questioning innocent people about parfaits.

The following Sunday I was reading about synchronicity. Then later, while leafing through the "Parade" magazine, I saw it - a picture of a Kiwi Parfait, complete with recipe.

Unbeknownst to me, my mind had sent out an SOS to the universe regarding parfaits. And within a week, the universe answered.

Now, I'm patiently waiting for an answer to my ongoing question, "How cool is it to have the winning lottery numbers?"

I guess those details take a bit longer to coordinate than educating an Earth being on parfaits.

But one of these days, my winning numbers are going to show up in the Sunday paper just like the Kiwi Parfait did. And when they do, it's parfaits all around!