When she saw the note on the windshield, she thought the worst. “Someone’s hit the car,” she said aloud even though she was by herself, on the sidewalk, outside her office. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had heard her. Embarrassing.
She plucked the note from the glass and pressed her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose, a move her mother did when she was on the verge of tears. Last year, she’d been in a hurry and had parked outside her local coffee shop to run back out and find a note on the glass, one that chided her for selfishly taking up two parking spaces instead of one. It had haunted her all day. She thought of it now and felt the low burn of shame at the stranger’s words, remembered clearly the feminine scrawl and exclamation points.
With a deep breath, she unfolded the note and read, “Hi! I work in the same building as you. I’ve been working late on a project lately and I noticed that you’ve been working late a lot too the last few weeks. The other day, we got into the parking lot at the same time and you just rested your head against the steering wheel. I think maybe you’ve been feeling the same way I’ve been feeling.
So, I made two pans of brownies last night. One I’m keeping for myself at my desk because I need them. The other is for you! It’s with that super cute guy who’s been working the security desk all week, Simon is his name. (Simon + Brownies = Win!) Tell him you’re there to pick up a package from Rosemarie. Hope you like them.”
“PS. I know this sounds crazy. I’m not crazy, I swear.
PPS. Things will get better. They always do.”
I made these a few weeks ago (see note below. Ugh.) and they are tremendous. I cannot eat them at the moment because, well, I’m calorie-counting.
It’s not to lose weight per-se. I mean, if that happens great but really it’s because it’s crunch time at work and with my other projects and when I get overwhelmed, I tend to nosh uncontrollably. I eat what’s available, I hunt for more food, and what’s worse, I tell myself that I earned it. (I can get a double cheeseburger AND french fries AND a milk shake YOU DON’T OWN ME.) and one meal spins into another and another.
I know I’m not the only one who does this. I also know that I can control myself with a little planning and staying aware of it.
Here’s the thing, really. Sometimes, I really, really, really just… don’t want to think about food. I mean, I love food and taste and cooking and all that but all the wavering and the deciding and the guilt and the no-guilt-but-now-I-feel-deprived and guilt and just a little guilt now and back and forth and back and forth and pulling at the waistband of my jeans and wondering, wondering, wondering. I just decided to take the guess-work out of the equation for a few weeks. A planned week of meals, carefully measured out and portioned properly and counted. A little less thinking, same amount of eating.
SKS: The Chocolate Collection
Chocolate Mug of Sadness | No Bake Happiness Pops | Molten Chocolate Cake | Snickers Peanut Butter Brownie Ice Cream Cake | Take 5 Bars | Homemade Peppermint Patties | Homemade Peanut Butter Cups | The All-Time Best Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe | Cookie In a Skillet | Peanut Butter Truffle Brownies | Thin Mint Whoopie Pies| White Chocolate Peppermint M&M Cookies | Hot Cocoa Cookies | S’More Pizza | Chocolate Peanut Butter Cupcakes | Hamburger Cupcakes | Cookies ‘n Creme Owl Cupcakes | Brownie Batter Cupcakes | Chocolate Ganache | Upside Down Fudge Almond Tart | Mad Easy Chocolate Pecan Pie | The Twix Tart | Brownie Pudding | Whiskey Truffles | Apricot White Chocolate Biscotti | Coffee Chocolate Milkshake | Chocolate Dipped Potato Chips
Double Chocolate Brownies
*Kristin at Pastry Affair always needs to keep blogging, always. I hate to break it to her but she can never quit. Her recipes are fantastic and every single one I’ve attempted has turned out perfectly (unless my distraction/stupidity intervened).
4 Tablespoons (56 grams) of butter
4 Ounces (110 grams) of dark or semi-sweet chocolate, chopped
2 Large eggs
3/4 Cup (150 grams) of brown sugar, packed
3 Tablespoons of granulated sugar
1 Teaspoon of vanilla extract
1 Cup (125 grams) of all-purpose flour
1/2 Teaspoon of baking powder
1/4 Teaspoon of salt
1/2 Cup (85 grams) of dark or semi-sweet chocolate chips
1. Preheat oven to 350°F (180°C). Grease a 9×9-inch pan.
2. In a large saucepan, melt the butter and chopped chocolate over low heat until smooth. Remove from heat.
3. Stir in the eggs (carefully, not to scramble the eggs), sugars, and vanilla extract.
4. Fold in the flour, baking powder and salt.
5. Allow the batter to cool to room temperature; add the chocolate chips.
6. Pour into prepared pan and put in oven for 25-30 minutes. You’ll know they’re done when you insert a toothpick or a knife and it emerges mostly clean with a few crumbs. Cool before slicing.