I made these crackly-topped, perfectly textured (for me, that means damp and chewy, closer to fudgy than cakey… devastatingly handsome, ugh) beauties while the soundtrack to La La Land jumped and lilted around my kitchen. I basically made these brownies for Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling, is what I’m saying. (Have you gotten a chance to see that movie yet? It’s a delight.)
Anyway, back to our scene: the Seattle sun peeked through the raindrops and the pop-flecked jazz filled the air, which became increasingly thick with the scent of melted butter and dark chocolate and, despite the baffling circus that is the political news cycle (you guys, WHAT IS HAPPENING), in that moment, all felt right with the world. And then we ate brownies.
As today is a holiday (albeit one of those weird ones that not everyone recognizes — sorry if you are, indeed, at the office), you might think about creating your own happy place, with music and brownies? It’s a start, at least.