Today was a day that screamed sugar.
Perhaps it was all the attempts I had been making at healthier eating as of late. As the family attacked a Super Bowl-themed bucket of chicken and tots for supper, I chewed on a pile of spinach and chicken. And low fat Caesar dressing. And multi-grain croutons.
(“Pigs wouldn’t eat multi-grain croutons!”, I hear my grandfather say. He’d say that about anything lacking in taste. Usually, a much maligned cucumber.)
So I was owlly. At myself. I’m happy that I’m trying to make better choices. But for whatever reason, today was not to be that day.
It was a day for a brownie.
So I unearthed my grandmother’s recipe (herein known as Poppins). Usually it’s half English, then dissolves into shorthand.
It’s pretty simple yet deadly. Four eggs, a cup of this and that…and a can of chocolate syrup.
The frosting usually used is an basic chocolate chip, sugar and butter in a saucepan deal. No, that wouldn’t do…but I had seen this cookie dough frosting on Pinterest. It can’t be that good, can it?
It can. It is.
The fact that I have a container of that frosting now makes me a happy camper. Maybe it’ll make the spinach taste better, too.
The finished half-baked brownie.