To Brownies, With Love
I realize that we've never had any problems before. However due to the fact that I am now consuming more than five pieces of you every time I bake a tray, I think we need to have a talk.
It's simple, really. See, you need to stop tasting so good. What with all your chocolaty and marshmallow goodness. It's just too much, I tell you. I'm starting to have trouble fitting into my favorite pair of Levi's. Extra emphasis on FAVORITE. All I'm asking is to tone down the lure you've got on me. That's it. Not so hard, right?
Look, if we can't work this out somehow, I'm going to have to stop baking all together. And you know what's going to happen? A whole bunch of marshmallow brownie crazed foodies will come knocking down my door and they'll chain me to the stove till I agree to bake some. And we both know they don't taste the same without the love and care. Don't we.
Love from the pit of my stomach,
Sharai