I only went for the haute couture, much longed for 1980's Brownies uniform consisting of shapeless brown long sleeve dress with a pale lemon neckerchief. Besides, I didn't even get a new one; my parents (on the second child, wise to whims and fanciful Brownie do-gooder notions) made me wear my sister's old one that wasn't even brown, more a washed out beige.
Suffice to say; Brownies, like Sunday school (my parents are athiests), St Johns Ambulance training, learning the Tuba and various other childhood things that I DEFINTELY was going to stick at didn't last very long and so my relationship with the Brownies was put to bed, neatly tucked up alongside religion, life saving and Tuba playing, seemingly forever.
I tasted my first Chocolate Brownie.
What the hell?
I was actually 29 years old.
I know, I know, it's a bit like admitting being the 40 year old virgin. But like the 40 year old virgin, once I had a taste for them there was simply no stopping me. I became a coquette of anything square and chocolately, a jezebel of brownie consumption. I bought and ate them wherever I could - cafes, restaurants, bakeries, trains, fast food restuaurants, corner shops... I ate them all.
I hungrily ate them EVERYWHERE.
And now, well now I know what kind of Brownie I like.
I know what kind of Brownie I don't like.
I baked lots of Brownies. Complex recipes, easy recipes, throw it all in the bowl recipes. Squidgey gooey ones, crispy ones, cakey ones. I baked them ALL.
So now ladies and gentlemen I present to you the best Brownie recipe of all. It's not mine, but it's the best I've found. And because life is all about sharing, here it is:
Orlando Murrin's Best Ever Brownies