
Posting this in the wake of Valentine's Day, after you've either had the fortune to be treated to an indulgent dinner and dessert, received a basket of goodies from an anonymous sender (do people still do this?), or, if your life is more like mine, received a package of chocolates from your mother, or you've just gone and loaded up on all the sale candy, could possibly be seen as a little twisted. If I were a better person, I would probably be sharing recipes for salads and juices that begin with "detox" with promises of brighter skin, energy, and healthy colons. (I probably shouldn't talk about colons.)
If I were a better person. Who hadn't spent Valentine's Day sitting on a bed, with a giant bar of chocolate, watching a film about female revenge with a fellow single friend. In our defence, however, we did not yell or throw anything at the screen or cry about boys or braid each other's hair.
I don't usually spend Valentine's Day in such a stereotypical single-woman way. Generally I only eat more chocolate than usual that day, as that's the week I receive an excessive amount of chocolate from my mother. One year she sent me flowers and a teddy bear, and I think there may have been a musical card involved but can't be sure because I've probably repressed that much of it, but I told her she could never do that again because it was too weird. Although, this year, I had no chocolates in the mail, not because my mother has come to the sudden realization that Valentine's Day is traditionally a couple-oriented holiday or she's become worried about my health (not that she doesn't worry - she worries about me on principle), she's just touring through India and Nepal with my dad. Retired teachers. I want to be one.
Then there are these brownies. Which aren't really related to Valentine's Day or my mother, but it seemed logical to talk about a holiday that is about chocolate as much as it's about giving people corny cards and flowers, if not more. And if Valentine's Day hadn't already passed, I would tell you to make these in anticipation of it, and any dates you wanted to make for that night, either to serve to a significant other, or just to yourself. But it has passed, though that doesn't mean the time for brownies has ended - oh no. The time for brownies is always and forever. You can even whip up a batch and keep the brownies cut up and stored in the freezer, for whenever a craving for something rich and sweet strikes.
And I did make them with whole wheat flour, so I'm not encouraging you to be totally bad. Right?
