I’m not one to brag, but please, let me brag.
Someone told me that my brownies are better than any relationship they’ve ever been in. I’m thinking back to some of the poor souls I’ve dated, and I definitely should have passed on the guy and taken the fudgey brownie instead. Many times, actually. My brownies are exceeding in richness (unlike some of the men I’ve dated), and their chewiness and charm knows no bounds (unlike most of the men I’ve dated).
If Prince Charming isn’t on your horizon this Valentine’s Day, I say my brownies are a better substitute. Don’t settle for a dud who forgets to make a reservation and rushes you through dinner, hoping you won’t order dessert. Stay home and hang out with my brownies instead. You’ll be happier. Trust me. A sure thing is always better than taking a chance.
My brownies (like always) are made in a standard-size 9 x 5-inch loaf pan. When you cut them down the middle, you get two large bakery-sized brownies. Sure, you can slice them smaller and get 4 medium-sized brownies, but there’s really no need. You know you’re going to eat half, so just go ahead and do it. I’m here for you when it’s over.
My sweet neighbor gave me a precious jar of her strawberry jam from this summer. Maybe I’m a simple girl, but I’d rather have a homemade jar of jam made with home-grown strawberries than roses any day. When she brought me the jar, I immediately opened it and started eating it with a spoon. Swirling it into brownies and making a glaze for the top was my second thought.
So, let’s recap: brownies > most men. Unless you found your Prince Charming. If so, I’d recommend sharing these brownies with him.
For the glaze: