My Grandmother is a chocoholic. Chocolate crumbs are often found on her recliner, as are See's candy wrappers in the pocket of her robe. But I love her for it. I suppose, if you have to be addicted to something, chocolate isn't necessarily a bad choice.
When I finally had a 3-day weekend of which to take advantage of and go home, I instantly knew what I wanted to make. Not these.
"Well, I wanted to try something new..."
How can you resist an octogenarian? You can't, especially once you realize that it is very possible that the dessert you make could very well be the last desert they EVER eat. Sorry to sound morbid, but it's true, and maybe I secretly wanted these brownies too.
This is the same recipe as the one here, although the "surprise" has been replaced by chopped walnuts (what is called for in the original recipe). One can't go wrong with Ghirardelli, and the crunch of the nuts is an even lovelier surprise.