Is it lame that I make the best brownies in the world but I won't tell the recipe? It is, I know. I think I want to be needed. And if people can only get the brownies through me then I can still feel proud and mysterious. If I tell you the ingredients it doesn't seem like the most amazing magical brownies ever it just seems easy. So sorry, if you want them just tell me and I will gladly make them for you. Also, this is one of maybe 3 recipes that my mom taught me how to make. No, 4. Brownies, carrot cake, chicken soup and sticky rice. My mom was a great cook but didn't really like cooking. Obviously I only half take after her. ;)
When these brownies came out of the oven Sugie said she was going to wait. I said, "This is when they're best when they're so hot that you can scoop them out with a spoon and they're all sticky with a cold glass of milk." She said, "OOoooh, where shoudl I take it from, the edge?" I said, "If I were you I'd dig a hole straight through the middle." I was kidding. But she was so satisfied. My aunt came in and said, "I've always wanted to do that!!" Ha! Simple pleasures.
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That, my friend, is a work of art. Perhaps I should always be around to take the best bite of whatever you make, so you can show people what it looks like after it's been thorougly enjoyed.
How soon can you be here?
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