Because food tastes better after dark.
I didn’t think it would be this long before I blogged again.
I guess I got caught up in first semester chaos – exploring the city, adjusting to classes, working on papers, rehearsing presentations, fighting the dreaded Freshman Fifteen.
Despite my intentions to continue TMB while away at school, blogging definitely took a backseat to everything else going on in my life.
I’ve traveled quite a bit this year.
Florida, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Seattle, Alaska (yes, Alaska!), and Canada. A lot of miles under my belt!
I went to Montreal back in March; it was a short trip, but I made sure to maximize every second that I was there. My first time in the super-chic city, I wanted to see as much as possible. But, more importantly, I wanted to taste everything.
I feel like this summer has been dragging… and simultaneously flying by.
Does that make any sense?
Probably not.
Nope, none whatsoever. (Maybe it’s the heat that’s frying my brain’s ability to be rational. Or maybe that just sounds like a semi-viable excuse.)
I used to be weird about sharing recipes. Really weird.
I suppose I can explain myself with two simple reasons:
a.) I never used to write my recipes down. I tend to be an “intuitive” cook and like to make decisions in the moment, rather than follow ones pre-made on paper.
b.) My pride for my “propriety” of a recipe was excessive.
My pride – for creativity and culinary “voice” – got in the way, for sure. That was the primary reason I kept my recipes, written out or not, under lock and key.
As the inspiration for the name of this blog, brownies naturally have a certain sentimental value for me. They remind me of my best friends – our late nights crowded around the TV watching Law and Order: SVU, our candid conversations, and our tendency to drift off into a light sleep after finishing off a warm, comforting square of chocolate-y goodness.
But these brownies – this recipe. They are extra special to me.
