I’ve been searching for a perfect brownie recipe for a long time. One that would rival the cheap, convenient stuff that comes in a box. It had to be dense, fudgy and chewy with the ubiquitous crackly top that brownies are known for. Most importantly, it had to be easy; really easy. And here it is. This brownie comes together without melting chocolate and I make it sans mixer, which screams convenient. Best of all it is incredibly delicious, with a pronounced dark chocolate flavor and contrast from the salty pretzels.
I can count on one hand the amount of times I've been away from my children. Actually, I would need just two fingers. Both times were postpartum hospital stays and I still got to hug them in the morning. I love my kids to pieces and my heart bursts when thinking of them, but it would be untrue if I told you I never daydream of hoping on a plane to go somewhere, anywhere, alone. At heart, I have an incurable case of wanderlust that isn't so convenient given my life circumstances but it's there anyhow. I often daydream of places I'd like to visit. It makes for nice entertainment against the backdrop of daily motherhood things. And now that I'm off on the quickest getaway I could realistically pull off, I want nothing more than to cancel my flight and stay. Stay through the craziness that is the daily grind. Stroke my daughter's softly curled hair through her nerve-grating tantrums. See them off in the morning with both a smile and a sigh of relief. I love my every day and I didn't think it would difficult to peel me away from it. I even searched inside of myself and could see not a hint of relief or secret joy at the prospect of leaving. I'm amazed myself. Though I won't be wiping away a stream of tears as the plane takes off but the well is forming inside of me, I tell you. It's only a four day trip, with a stop over in Paris, oui Paris!, that gives me enough time to give my college roommate la bise and have a sleepover just like our 21-year-old selves. We'll likely giggle the night away, as we can't help to every time we're together. I'll practice my french with the confidence I don't feel given the many years since I last spoke it fluently but that I've acquired with age. And if the taxi driver smirks at a mispronunciation then I shrug and move on.
So as I'm off and leaving behind my family, I left them with leftovers of this brownie. I think they'll be ok.