Argh, this post. It’s the bane of my blog existence. I’ve edited it a few times out of frustration since I originally posted it. I linked it in one of my more recent posts, and since then I’ve been unable to rid myself of the urge to delete the thing entirely, because I hate looking back at how unhappy and second-rate this entire situation made me feel, and how much the feeling that no matter how hard I tried, I could never be nice, smart, pretty, or funny enough to deserve better came out in my writing.
For these reasons, I am frequently tempted to rename these something like “Happiest Brownies EVERRRRRRRRR” and write a post about my spring break plans or my inability to get into those Game of Thrones books even though everyone else loves them (seriously though, how do people keep up with who all of the characters are when their names are all RIDICULOUS?). However, that seems unfair, both to the sad, misguided version of myself from a few months ago, and to the occasional lonely person who comes across these brownies looking for culinary comfort. So, while I’m deleting the original post, I’m leaving the name the same. Everyone feels lonely and perhaps a bit heartbroken sometimes, even if it’s just for a few moments. As I said in the original post, these are the best brownies I’ve ever eaten, and when you’re feeling like there’s nothing you can do to be happy, and that no one has ever felt as bad as you do, you deserve these borderline magical brownies. While you eat them, you should remember that everyone has felt that bad at some point, no matter how happy they seem on their facebook statuses or in magazine interviews or whatever. It would be a disservice of me not to leave these here to prove it.