In Europe, they don't have this brownie because the roads aren't built for it.
I joked about it, but there actually weren't any brownies in Crete.
A brownie down under? A land down brownie? Eh, you know what I'm trying to go for here.
I only had a small crisis of confidence when this entry led me to realise my naming conventions for posts have been wildly inconsistent.
When I proofread this post I realised that I had gone on a barely related rant about coffee, and then decided not to edit it. That's my creative process at work!
Turns out a big mug of coffee goes well with a chocolate brownie.
Not really sure what velvet rose is supposed to mean in a food context but I roll with it.
In which I am unable to get over the 'garnish' on the top of this brownie.
This brownie has a secret ingredient! It's not really secret, it's salted caramel.
The National Theatre in London is walking distance from my office, on the south bank of the Thames, and it has a pretty good espresso bar attached to it. This is their chocolate brownie.