I’ve eaten a lot of terrible food in my life.
Brownies particularly seem to have a high incidence of terribleness.
Balancing moisture in a baked good is hard, I understand.
But I’m a sucker for them. An optimist.
I’ll cave to the entice of a fudgey-looking square.
I’m aware that 90% of the time I’ll be disappointed.
Though I fall into the chocolate trap again and again.
A dewy glisten is all too often a veneer; just a piece of fucking cardboard.
I’m sick of the betrayal.