My mother normally designed these brownies on the spur of the instant. She’d see a bunch of young ones in the home, and an hour later on, she’d present all of us a treat. “Let’s have a chunk of brownie!” she would announce, and carry on to hand out little, warm squares.
I have no doubt that this recipe arrived from the again of a box at some point, but I only have the little index card she wrote in her lovely penmanship. It’s a very simple components: chocolate, butter, sugar, eggs, and flour, all stirred jointly in one particular pot.
