Every semester has a weekend like this past one. A weekend where you have to completely lose yourself in work because the upcoming week is disgustingly crazy. However, between the multiple cups of tea, take out, and '50s music, slutty brownies were made.
I stumbled upon the recipe earlier this week on The Londoner and they looked too delicious to ignore and too tempting not to make this weekend.
So, with pajamas on and Saturday Night Live playing we decided to tackle these treats.
As soon as the oven door was open the whole place smelled like warm chocolate. It took everything we had to maintain our dignity and not eat straight out of the pan.
It's true. These brownies are ridiculous in the very best possible way. I highly recommend them to anyone and everyone who enjoys the good things in life.