Timothy, who devises the story concepts for The Adventures of Cornell Dyer (a BryonySeries subseries) is a huge fan of C.S. Lewis and his Narnia series.
That's why Timothy wanted to create a fun Narnia parody for the "Cornell Dyer" series, which we did .
The book is called "Cornell Dyer and the Whispering Wardrobe" and this is the synopsis:
While investigating a home with mysterious whispers, supernatural super sleuth Cornell Dyer stumbles upon its source: an antique wardrobe in a room all by itself. But when Cornell steps inside, he discovers the wardrobe is more than a wardrobe and a whisper is more than a whisper. Even if Cornell solves the mystery, will he ever go home?
"Cornell Dyer and the Whispering Wardobe" pays all kinds of homage to the original book, including Turkish Delight, a sweet treat made with a base of sugar and starch.
One of the Narnia children loves Turkish delight, so much that he betrays his siblings for the treat.
Modern children reading the Narnia series for the first time might not be familiar with Turkish Delight or crave it the way Edmond did in the Narnia series.
And in "Cornell Dyer and the Whispering Wardrobe," Cornell (who loves to eat) was actually scornful of Turkish Delight.
Cornell scampered back to the wardrobe, as fast as his frozen feet could take him. He wasn’t running away from the whispers. Supernatural super sleuths never run from supernatural mysteries.
No, Cornell was running back to the guest room and back to his motor home. Because he kept all his magical supplies in that motor home. He kept warm, dry clothes there, too. And he would bring those items back with him.
“OW!”
Cornell stubbed his toe on something hard and tripped. He fell flat on his face in the very cold, very wet snow.
He quickly jumped up and wrang the snow out of his nightshirt. What did he trip on? He picked it up.
It was a can studded with colorful sparkling jewels. The can had a label with just two words: Turkish Delight.
Cornell had heard of this chewy, sweet, gel-like candy with pistachios inside it. But he didn’t care about Turkish Delight. Cornell liked giant chocolate bars. The bigger the bar, the better Cornell liked it.
“Turkish Delight?” Cornell grumbled out loud. His toe throbbed from the stubbing. His cold, wet face burned from falling in the cold, wet snow. “Who eats Turkish Delight anymore? Why, the last time I saw anyone buy Turkish Delight, I was in…”
Then Cornell stopped himself. “Who cares about Turkish Delight? I should care about getting out of the cold and into dry clothes!”
Cornell tossed the can aside and dove into the fur coats.
But to keep with the Narnia spirit and Cornell's obsession with good food, we created "this" instead:
When Cornell finally woke up, Mrs. Beaver was bringing his dinner tray. On his plate was a heaping mound of sandwiches.
“These are yummy,” Cornell said, talking with his mouth open as he chewed, which is very rude. He was also eating his fifth sandwich. “These are the best sandwiches I have ever eaten.”
Mrs. Beaver blushed.
“Thank you,” she said. “It’s my own recipe. I call it ‘Turkey Delight.’
So to wrap this up (could be a turkey wrap), here's a question only you can answer.
What ingredient, ingredients, or manner of preparation might turn an ordinary turkey sandwich into Turkey Delight for you?
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