There must be something to doing it at home. Together. Little hands cracking the eggs, mixing it up and pouring it the pan that is isn't the size the box calls for. And then, there is the aroma. you don't get that in the restaurant. It's heaven. I'm about to die. They are out of the oven now and cooling. My family is gone to the store for lunches for tomorrow and I am here alone. But memories of scorched tongues from days gone by are the only things keeping me from the brownies. I could eat the whole pan, I'm sure.
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