I love them. I crave them constantly. They can be plain, turtle, infused with cream cheese, surrounding an oreo or chocolate chip cookie. There is just something magical about brownies. Magic, because I cannot bake them. Seriously! My husband will be the first to tell on me, that when they come out of the over they are either burnt all the way through or (my most common disfunction) burnt around the sides and raw in the middle. Not sure how I accomplish this task so often, but alas, I do. I still eat them, btw. Oh! I left that off my list didn't I? Plain, turtle, infused......OR BURNT! OR RAW! I still love them. Just as I love my children no matter what mess they get into, I love my brownies no. matter. what.
So there ya have it. That's the story of my blog title, in case you had any doubts. ;)
Anyone else suffer from this mysterious condition??