Off with a whimper!

It's Wednesday, it's cold and wet and you don't have to go to work, so it's a perfect opportunity to air your laundry in the indulgent form of a blog.

How ridiculous to call this blog "chocolate tarte" and then go ahead and bake a brownie. Which isn't square like a brownie should be. And it's relatively sinless in it's fat content. And it's not even particularly sightly. But it is beautifully gooey in the centre. And Mr. Big likes it (hello by the way!). It is a recipe called Michael's Fudge Brownies from Alice Medrich, THE goddess of low-fat, conscience-free desserts. I'm not sure if I am allowed to share her recipe on the internet without making significant changes. I'll have to ask someone about that...

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