I have a confession to make.
I am a chicken, possibly one of the word’s biggest chickens.
In case you don’t believe me, just ask my boys.
While we were in California, we went to Knott’s Berry Farm one day, I wouldn’t go on any of the thrill rides/roller coaster-type rides, NO WAY man, I am too scared. The “semi-thrill” rides I was brave enough to at least try, I closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn’t die. Stupid huh? At least I’m not alone when it comes to avoiding those big, scary, ugly, thrill rides because I happen to know my sister Lori hates them as much as I do
At the risk of embarrassing myself, I will give you another example of just how chicken I am.
All summer long, my older boys have been trying to get Parker to go off the high-dive at the swimming pool. He has avoided it all summer, but promised them he would do it before summer was over. Like an idiot, I kept telling Parker it wasn’t that high or that scary and he should do it. I also, told him that if he did it, then I would do it because it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Fast forward to this past Monday and Parker finally got the courage to go off the high-dive. I kept hoping he would forget my promise, which is ridiculous because he never forgets anything! He ran over to me and said “Mom, now it’s your turn.” Since I am a woman of my word, I stood up, walked over to the high dive and started the climb up the ladder. I asked my boys to please be quiet and not draw any attention to me because when Parker made the climb up the ladder they were shouting and cheering him on so loud, everyone at the pool was watching. Thankfully, they were mostly quiet while I climbed up. When I got to the top and looked down and saw how high up I was, I am not going to lie, I was TERRIFIED and a little freaked out. I seriously wanted to turn around and climb back down the ladder, but how in the world could I? I had my boys and nephew all watching me, I would NEVER live it down, my boys would mock me for the rest of my life. So I put on my big girl underpants and slowly walked to the edge of the diving board and jumped in and I even lived to tell about it. Are any of you out there as chicken as I am?
The way I look at it, we all have many talents, being brave and daring is just not one of mine.
Some people love to go on roller coaster and thrill rides . . . I love to bake and I am 100% ok with that.
These brownies are amazing, killer, fabulous, insanely rich and gooey and oh so yummy. My friend said they tasted like Mississippi Mud on steroids, I think she was right. If you love caramel and marshmallow and ooey, gooey stuff, then these brownies are for you.
I hope you enjoy them.Print
Recipe Source: Better Homes and Gardens Chocolate Magazine 2012