The last weekend of summer. I always get all weird over Labor Day weekend. Feeling like I want to make the most of the last weekend of Summer for me and my family, and it is always Kenny’s Birthday over this weekend. Which pretty much stinks, because I NEVER, I mean never every know what to buy this man for his birthday. And it completely stresses me out. It’s not that he cares. He doesn’t not one iota! But, I am a gift giver, it’s one of my primary love languages…and the fact that I, in 17 years, have yet to find the Love of my life the perfect gift gets me all irritated and sweaty and irritated..did I say that all ready?
3 level Tablespoons Cocoa+1 Tablespoon oil = 1 ounce unsweetened baking chocolate!
Now add sugar and flour with baking powder, whisk in until smooth. Remove from heat and add…
I can feel those 11 pounds calling me, "We've missed you so." But all things in moderation, right? Love a chocolatey recipe that my posse can polish off in one sitting. Yum!
How did you know that I've been needing chocolate? š
I'm a middle person. I like the soft way better than the chew. My husband like the edges though. But if you warm it up and put ice cream on it I'll eat any piece. š
I especially like the sexy, drooling mama on the car ride home! And I will try the brownies…mmmmmm!
Hey! I forgot about these – old school. š
Sheila~
I'm so glad you posted this! I come from a family where growing up I thought a box was the only way to make desserts. This is just as simple though, I must say!
I ended up having "one of those days" last weekend. We were planning on going to a friends house for dinner. Our part of the meal was to bring the pizza & my friend was going to bake brownies…something else too I think, but all I could fixate on were the thought of the brownies. I could even smell the deliciousness for the week beforehand. Well, we went to my friends house, kids in toe. Right when we walked in the front door my oldest, unexpectedly spews vomit all over their foyer. I yell, "get him out, get him out!" While my friends and their children gasp. Yes, I felt horrible on MANY levels! I felt bad for my son and his sour tummy, I felt bad for my friends who now have vomit in their rug, but I also felt bad because I could smell the brownies baking in the oven… but had to leave… I dropped the pizza & ran out of the house. I knew it was the "right" thing to do, even though I would have loved to ask for the brownies in a to-go box. Man, that was like having an itch & not being able to scratch it. I was so close too!
Thankfully, after peace was returned to the house (ie after bed-time) you had posted this recipe. It was the sign I needed to get baking, and baking I did. These were DELICIOUS! Not to mention quick & easy.
Now all is well in the Betts' household thanks to you!
Erika