Yeah yeah yeah, here’s your brownies you slave drivers! A little late. Ahem.
A rose by any other name is a brownie? This is the sort of elegance I dream about bringing to my food. This is the kind that will never happen because I shove the brownies in my face. Thank goodness Claudia has way more patience and class than me! Ain’t this one of the prettiest things y’all have ever seen?
Once upon a time there was a brownie. It was a humble brownie, content to cheerfully face the world in a modest little floral print and ruffles. It lived it’s wholesome life in sweet simplicity until one day…
…the innocent brownie was lured into the scandalous world of naughty food photography! Flattered by those of unscrupulous intentions, the brownie’s good judgement was lost and soon found itself showing off it’s crumb and raisins with shameless poses like this.
The brownie was now a wiser confection, decadent in lusciouscream cheese and all grown up. A touch of spice, elegant and alluring with that irresistible aura of innocence lost.
What y’all don’t understand is how risky this feature writing can be. There I was, minding my own business when I was cuted! These brownies jumped out at me and assaulted me with first degree adorability!
It’s embarrassing, I lose all ability to be witty around these (not that I was in the first place but go with me here). They turn me into a squeaking little girl, who wants nothing more than to tug on Shari’s apron yelling “Mine! Mine!”
Here they are again. Y’all wonder if I needed this many pics to make the point. No. Not really. They made me post them. They held me at spatula point and threatened my cat! There should be hazard pay for this job.
Fudge. Fudge Fudge Fudge. Fudge. Also, Fudge. What else do y’all want me to say about these?