I don't know how anyone could not like brownies. They are chewy, soft, and they are full of chocolate. What's not to like? Today I brought brownies to work for an after-work baby shower. This pan of brownies has been sitting here next to me all day taunting. "Cambria! Cambria! Don't you want a brownie, Cambria?!!" As if I am not already going to look like a freak for having two brownies missing from the pan. Now, there might be a third.
Next to ice cream, there is no dessert I would rather have. It could be the most exquisite delicacy from France or somewhere exotic and I would always take the brownies. Call me a Utah girl. Call me hoakie, but brownies are where it's at.
When I was in college I would make a pan during finals week and enjoy chew chocolately-filled hours writing papers. No one was allowed to eat them except for me. Not my ex-boyfriend, not my ex-roommates. I am pretty sure I would not have shared them with my own mother (Love ya, Mom!)
I LOVE BROWNIES!. . I just realized that writing about brownies is only making me crave this pan next to me more. I'll have to make another pan tomorrow (Love ya, Stuart. You know I am so bad for out diet).
These brownies are making me nuts. Ew. That is one thing I do not LOVE, nuts in brownies. I hope you agree, readers. Seeing brownies with nuts is like seeing a pair of fabulous shoes on sale and then being told there are no more 8 1/2 left.
Who writes a whole blog entry about brownies? Better yet, who reads a whole blog entry about brownies?