Dena set out to make "blondies" as a treat for our small group tomorrow - you know, chocolate-chip cookies in the shape of a brownie - and they turned out to be "brunettes" when the chocolate chips melted in the warm batter. So she put butterscotch chips in there once the batter had cooled a bit.
When I came up from the basement later, the powerful scent of baking chocolate just about buckled my knees! And I don't even eat sugary snacks.
Whoever thinks that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, can take a short cut through his nostrils...
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