I was ten years old when I started baking. My favorite? Peanut Butter Cookies. My siblings’ and mom’s favorite? Brownies. My mom liked a particular kind of brownies so much that we (although it really means just me) experimented for several years to get it the way we (she) liked it.
And this is IT.
A not-too-sweet, dense, fudge-y, deeply chocolate-y brownie, with a thin, crispy top layer.
Everybody liked it. I even made tons of it (figuratively) to sell at Christmastime. I had determined that my last baking day was the 22nd, but I kept getting orders all the way up to New Year’s!
We were always getting requests for the recipe. My mom wouldn’t give it (even now she refuses to share her recipes!) except for very close relatives.
How is it relevant today?
Well, basically it is because my mother and I have a complicated relationship. But we found a common ground in cooking/baking. From there, we developed a workable relationship. Even today, when we have misunderstandings and breaks in our relationship, we usually reconnect over matters involving cooking and baking.
So, these brownies…
(Sorry I don’t have permission to share the recipe)
it’s special because it was the beginning…