When our sweet teeth rage, they raaaaage. On Saturday night we were both needing something sweet and although I have a small batch chocolate chip cookie recipe memorized (a dangerous talent, as I’ve recently learned), Adam wanted something different. After Googling some options and taking stock of what we still had in the pantry we’re currently trying to empty, brownies it was.
I do have to take full responsibility for pouring chocolate chips on top after they were done and letting them melt in the warm oven before spreading them into a thin layer on the brownies because, I mean, can you ever really have enough chocolate? (Don’t answer that.) I will also confess that I then sprinkled some flaky salt on top of the melty, fudgy heaven. Guilty as charged. Happily, happily guilty.
P.S. Let it be known that Adam is responsible for most of that damage in the pan that occurred within thirty minutes of taking it out of the oven. I maybe took three bites. I’m just mostly in it to lick the bowl, let’s be honest.