Yeah, you'd lick the bowl

Brownie: The bastard child of the baked goods world. No one will lay claim to our fine fudgie friend with a muddled history covered in chocolaty crumbs. Though presumably American-born, this innocuous potluck picnic standard is left to wander the streets asking, “Are you my daddy?” or perhaps more striking, “Who am I?”

Too dense to be a cake. Too cakey to be a cookie.

With this identity crisis in tow the brownie is easily seduced by you or me. We promise the moon, the stars… love. But we’re really just looking to sink our teeth into that delicious quadrilateral snack. It’s not a fair fight.