• Kim Catron

Ghirardelli brownies

If you've never made Ghirardelli Triple Chocolate brownies, you haven't lived. There has never been a brownie baked, boxed or from scratch, that comes anywhere near to the magnitude of this succulent, mouth-watering, I believe in God and I know he loves chocolate, brownie.


How a boxed brownie mix that only requires one egg, 1/3 cup of water, and 1/3 cup of vegetable oil manages to get chocolate chips in every bite is something akin to Harry Potter wizardry, plain and simple. (Important baking hint here: Never bake them as long as they say. Bake for only 25 minutes and then let cool. They will be as decadent as biting into fudge if you do this. Brownies should never taste like cake- ever.)


I bought a box of 6 bags from Costco a few weeks ago, and I'm proud to say that I still have three bags left. This is a feat of strength and will power that surprises even me. But I'm trying to be good.


Brownies do not last long in my house. 2.5 days max.


I wish I could say it was because my son and husband can't stop themselves from eating them, but that is not the case. It's me; I'm the culprit. Me and my small Pampered Chef metal spatula. Hands down. In case Pampered Chef has run its course across America, about a decade ago it was as popular on the house party circuit as Avon or Mary Kay was in the 70s and 80s. Everyone who has ever attended a PC gathering has the spatula. It's tiny, fits in corners (It's even great for removing wall paper- I am not joking!)


My problem is this. The brownies call my name everytime I walk by, and then I use the little spatula to cut away a bite size little piece because it's "just a bite size piece"-it's not a real brownie, right? I pop it in my mouth, amazed again, that YES, there were full chocolate chips in it, and then I walk away. This repeats every time I enter the kitchen. Every time.


I get defensive when my family questions me about it, when the "Where did all the brownies go?" conversation starts flying through the air, so I know I have a problem. I hide the box on a bottom shelf in the pantry, which is made from old cabinets. That helps. Sometimes I even forget it's there because there's no reason for me to open that cabinet unless I'm going to make brownies. The other night I REMEMBERED they were there and you would have thought I had been handed the keys to the Kingdom...they are that good.


So if you think you've had a good brownie but have never had Ghirardelli Triple Chocolate, stop fooling yourself. By a box, take the egg, water, and oil, bake for only 25 minutes and then let cool, find your small spatula, and cut yourself a square the size of a bite size Hershey and get ready to have your mind blown!

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