Brownies

J makes the world's best brownies. When I lived with her and I was writing in my room and she was baking the smell would waft upstairs. Pavlov's dog never salivated like I did.

So imagine my joy, when I received a box with two layers of brownies. The reason it isn't full in the photo was that both Rick and I needed to sample a couple before getting my camera.

J doesn't share the recipe, although she does share others. I doubt if she is as resolute as the women who have had the recipes engraved on their tombstones after saying only would they share "over my dead body." In any case, it is so much nicer to have them baked for you and given to you.