Poor MAS, he came home, after a month of being elsewhere, to me sick and in bed. For like, the entire long weekend. I'm thinking he didn't really mind, he slept even more than I did. In fact it might be ideal for me to be sick every time he returns from either a long trip or a European trip. He always comes back wasted, I am always overly excited and plan way too much, he sleeps in, I cancel brunch reservations an hour away that I made for 10 am (really, what was I thinking?). But this time was different. We slept. He made me tea. I re-watched and he started House of Cards. We slept some more. There was much more tea made. And then, after complaining for days that I just wanted a cookie, we got up and made the Smitten Kitchen Salted Caramel Brownies. We ate half the pan and went back to sleep. The next day we woke up and polished off nearly the entire second half of the pan. Went to bed and then come Tuesday (a whopping two days after we made the brownies) we fought over the last little gooey and oh-so-delicious corner. In the end it was a 50/50 split.
To say these brownies are delicious is to not say nearly enough. I'd like to have them around always, but then I'd eat them always, and that, would be bad. I'm thinking about making them again though. This afternoon. I might even credit them with making me well again. There was no sign of improvement until that entire block of brownies had been devoured. So if you've got that cold thing that's going around and can't shake it, make some brownies, worst case you'll be blissfully happy for the five minutes it takes you to eat them.
