Ok, let’s go ahead and discuss the elephant in the room. It’s me, after eating those damn Brownies! Brownies can be the richiest, most “Oh God, please let me die, or get me a cup of milk!” dessert that you can put through your lips. But, they can also be the most average, “how could that calorie consumption possibly have justified such a benign gustatory experience?” sweet, ever pulled from a store-bought clear plastic container.
Truthfully, before today, I’ve only ever bought brownies from bakery shelves or eaten them off a dish at a potluck. So, what better day to inaugurate the experience than on National Brownie Day itself? As I was perusing the boxes of instant brownie mixes (baby steps folks, baby steps), the Ghiradelli Dark Chocolate one made a huge impression on my nummer-hole. I mean, if I’m going to ever so lazily get out of making brownies for the first time, I feel that it should at least be a box that was mass-produced from a fancy chocolate company.
Look, I’m not going to dwell on how decadently delicious these things were. They were like some kind of ridiculous, almost gooey, yet fantasticly brownie-esque pan of chocolate. Supposedly brownies are an American invention from the first part of the 1900’s, but you know what? I think they were first invented today in 2012, right here in my Jim Clark oven.
This is true, and I swear, if I eat a brownie again, it will be from a Ghiradelli box!
See you Sunday for National Pastry Day.