

That’s just arithmetic, plain and simple. Eat frugally Monday through Friday…and you get to have a brownie on Saturday. So I know you’ve got your resolutions and all…and are on your new diets. (And I’ve had quite a few intense chocolate experiences.) And I accept every ounce I may have gained from eating them. But it’s also the fact that they have milk chocolate bars baked into their center, making them a textural cross between chocolate mint fudge and chocolate mint mousse.Įating these was honestly one of the most intense chocolate experiences of my life. What is so miraculous about these is not just the chocolate and peppermint combination, which, on it’s own, is amazing. But really, Soph? I think we both know what was going on. In fact, even after Sophie moved out, she kept coming back to our apartment for days, ostensibly to drop off or pick up stuff that she had taken/forgotten. They just had some crazy weird magnetic pull over you that kept forcing you to go over to the kitchen table and tell yourself that maybe half a brownie wasn’t so bad for you. These brownies were by far the Patrick Dempsey of the bunch (and no, I haven’t watched last night’s Grey’s Anatomy yet so no spoilers, please!) Out of all those baked goods that were coming out of my oven, though. Aside from the whole we-have-the-same-eyes thing. *Yes, it’s truly unclear whether or not we’re related. Unless you have the metabolism of a bull or an aversion to chocolate and peppermint and pumpkin and sugar and everything good in this world. You’d best be vacating the premises or tying yourself to something as quickly as possible. And when you’ve got a hot mess situation like this going on in your kitchen. Look, desperate times call for drastic measures. I’m equally as celibate now as I was in 2011. I know what you were thinking when I brought up handcuffs. Just so that I wouldn’t weigh 500 pounds before the holidays took their toll on my waistline. There was a pumpkin butterscotch layer cake in the fridge.Ībout five different kinds of cookies on the counter.Īnd then there was me. In the days before Christmas, my apartment was quite a “situation”.
