Nice to cling to a bit of familiarity in difficult times.
A pretty good weekend brownie trip to get this!
Decadence in a takeaway box.
The phrase 'vanilla brownie' is potentially misleading. So I don't use it at any point.
I joked about it, but there actually weren't any brownies in Crete.
The best sort of salted caramel: just caramel, no obvious salt.
Of course, after tagging and posting this one, I realised the cutesy nature of Bad Brownie's name meant I now had to go and check all my tags.
Turns out I would run at least five kilometres to eat a brownie (sort of).
Oh no, I accidentally ate a delicious brownie.
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!