Two things I have recently become obsessed with:
- Ever-so-lightly-pink lip glosses
- South Park: The Stick of Truth
The polar opposite nature of these two things are basically me in a nutshell.
I love my crass humour and my video games, but will still occasionally have to pause and coo at the shiny girly things.
I like to think of these brownies as an unapologetically disgusting yet hilarious sense of humour topped with an extra sparkly hit of Dolly gloss. Like me!
Let me explain.
The most stressful thing about baking for a blog is trying to make everything look pretty.
I mean, I always want the end product to look pretty, but I don’t want to have to worry about how the shine of the cherries look in the sunlight and how many crumbs are on my white plate.
Everything takes longer when you’re worried about what angle the whisk is sitting at in your bowl.
But I do it. I do it for your guys.
But sometimes, you can’t even get the final beauty shot.
Exhibit A, above.
Siiiiimplyyyyyyy haaaaaaaaavingg…. a WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIIIIIIIIIIIIME….
Okay. So those are all the words I know to that song.
And maybe I’ve been randomly breaking out into that song since December started.
CHRISTMAS IS THE BEST.
I have been having a hard week.
Just… a lot of things. A lot of things going on.
I feel like I start every post these days with “OMG SO MUCH IS HAPPENING WHY IT DO THIS?”
This year is just my year of funk. Funk like the stinkiness, not like the music.
The music would be way more fun.
But it’s okay because tomorrow I will be face deep in thanksgiving foods.
I’m really good at drowning my sadness and stresses in food.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved chocolate.
She loved it in cookies and cakes, in brownies and tarts.
She would eat in any way she could get her grubby little hands on it.
Sometimes she would even eat it illicitly out of the cookie jar. (Sorry mom!)
Then one day, someone told her she could eat it for dinner too, without getting in trouble…
in a mole sauce.
But she soon discovered it was all a trick! For mole sauce was not sweet, and to this little girl, actually tasted like mud.
Have you ever been to a chocolate festival?
I have been now been to the NW Chocolate Festival twice.
To chocolate lovers everywhere, chocolate festivals are magical places, they really are, but I must warn you…
You will leave feeling mildly uncomfortable and vaguely sick.
But it’s okay because it’s only because of the ridiculous amount of chocolate you managed to cram into your belly.
Did you know this past Thursday was talk like a pirate day?
Aye matey! Tis the truth!
Apparently Krispy Kreme celebrated with donuts. FREE donuts. Talking like a pirate got you a free donut, dressing like a pirate got you A DOZEN FREE DONUTS.
I’m not going to lie, I totally have an appropriately piratey outfit. I should have worn it to a Krispy Kreme. I honestly didn’t only out of laziness.
I have no shame in adorning a blousey shirt, an underbust corset and a jaunty hat.
So I had to celebrate in other ways.