Thursday nights were the highlight of my middle school years: not only was it was the best hour of television with The Cosby Show followed by Family Ties, but for some unknown reason my parents would let me make a bowl of brownie dough that I would eat raw by the spoonful while in sitcom heaven.
I somehow managed to avoid both salmonella and childhood obesity, but it did result in appreciation for a unique flavor combination. Since my baking skills were rudimentary at best, I didn’t quite grasp the difference between various oils and I would often add olive oil to my brownie mix. I became strangely fond of the nuttiness of olive… Read More
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