Mocha Schmocha

My Husband loves desserts.  Practically every dessert you can name.  It's a tribute to his amazing willpower (which I do not share!) that he stays so trim.  A really wonderful fudgy moist brownie is kind of his Holy Grail of desserts.  (Well, that, and a really wonderful fudgy chocolate pie with meringue, but that's a subject for a whole seperate blog post.)

Anyhow, the other day I bought a Pillsbury brownie mix that I hadn't tried before, thinking it would be something to pull out & whip up quickly for dessert some night.  Last night I did just that.  As I started stirring up the batter I began to smell coffee...strongly smell coffee!  I looked all around to try to figure out why I was smelling that.  My eyes stopped on the brownie mix box.  MOCHA FUDGE  brownies, it said.  I knew it said Mocha when I bought it, but somehow I didn't connect the word "mocha" to "coffee".  If there's one thing Husband HATES as much as he loves dessert, it's coffee!    As the house began to fill with what to me was the yummy aroma of coffee and chocolate as the brownies baked, I explained to him my mistake.  All he said was, "You're gonna have to eat a lot of brownies."

So....if you're in my neighborhood today, stop by for a brownie.  Please.