![]() That act of eating dessert first became like a sacred right, a privilege reserved for meals spent across the table from my Nana.Ī sidetone on this: do you guys have memories like that? Are there people in your life who have created those moments for you? I think some humans have a knack for making ordinary days and places and moments sparkle. Occasionally, we would save room for lunch, but the beauty of those meals was the space to do something that felt out of the ordinary and special. In keeping with our tradition, dessert came first, and we filled our bellies on slices of banana cream pie and brookies. Shopping always came before lunch, and we chose the same restaurant each time. Any vacation to visit my Nana was incomplete without an outing to that bookseller, and I firmly believe that my love for reading and writing began in the quiet corners of that store. Growing up, my Nana and I took day trips to the next town over where we shopped for books and ate lunch. We spent hours thumbing through stories and magazines, acquiring stacks of paperbacks and colorfully illustrated pages to take home for keeps. My experience with brookies began as a kid. Both components are baked into one ultra-rich and satisfying dessert, the ultimate treat for the chocolate lover who refuses to choose between chocolate chip cookies and brownies. Brookies are essentially brownie cookie bars, a treat that is equal parts chocolate chip cookie dough and brownie batter. Have you heard of brookies? If you’re unfamiliar, fear not, because we are going to get down to the nitty gritty in today’s #monthofchocolate installment.
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