So a few weekends ago, we went to visit my brother and sister-in-law to celebrate my niece’s birthday and just to hang out. Oh and to eat cupcakes. (And . . . now I’m drooling. Obsessed with those cupcakes.) Remember? I made her that cute doll?
We were sitting around, chatting, when my husband decided, in his most affectionate way, to mock me. And given that we were with my brother, there was no lack of willing participants to jump on board. He decided to bring up, nay, Google, a guy who I was . . . let’s go with obsessed . . . with in high school. (Seriously, my cheeks are getting red just typing this.) And of course, he couldn’t remember his name. Enter my brother, who what he lacks in brotherly affection he makes up for in memory. He quickly supplied said name and there we had a Google-fest of information.
And then I remembered!
It was Valentine’s Day and I was like seventeen. I vividly remember sitting in front of my parents computer, and pulling up my email. Remember the connecting sound that AOL used to make as you dialed in? I sat in anticipation as the three boxes lit up and then I heard those three magic words, “You’ve got mail!” Yes!! I opened the mailbox to see what it was . . . it was from him!!
My heart was racing, and I clicked to open the email. Digital roses!! So much better than actual roses because they will never ever die!!
Ok, now my heart was pounding.
I started reading the message from him, my jaw hanging open. I was shocked. It was a confession of his love for me! Really!! I was excited, I was mesmerized, I was OVER THE MOON!!
And I didn’t know what to do! So I rushed to tell my brother what had happened. I asked for his advice and wondered what my next move should be . . .
“Ha! Oh thank god you didn’t respond yet! That was totally from me pretending to be him.”
As I told this story over cupcakes, my wonderful sister-in-law (who also has an older brother) looked at her husband, my brother, in shock and said, “That is horrible. You seriously need to apologize to your sister right now.”
I’m still waiting on that apology.
And this morning, as Gavin sat at the top of the stairs whistling to his sister, and then yelling to Nathan and I that she was climbing the stairs, something she is not allowed to do and he knows it, I realized that it is just part of nature for older brothers to torture their younger sisters in a whole host of ways.
So for all tortured little sisters everywhere who just found out their Valentine was fake, I give you mint chocolate brownies. Perfect for St. Patrick’s Day. The anti-Valentine holiday, full of whiskey filled desserts, decadant mint and chocolate deliciousness, and of course, green beer.
These Mint Chocolate Brownies are a recipe my mom passed down to me, though it was by no means original to her. I love it. It’s easy, it’s delicious, and it doesn’t disappoint (unlike ill-intentioned brothers and fake Valentines). Seriously, everyone I make this for asks me for the recipe. And my mom always made her own brownies from scratch, but she had far more patience than me. I just head to the nearest box of fudgey brownie mix that I can find.
So if you are a teenager full of unrequited love or just looking for a good chocolate fix, look no further.
Mint Chocolate Brownies
- 1 box of fudgey brownie mix
- 2 cups powdered sugar
- 8 TBSPs of butter softened like almost melted
- 2 TBSPs milk
- dash of green food coloring
- 1 1/2 tsp mint extract
- 6 ounces semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 8 TBSPs of butter
- Bake up your brownies. Let cool in the refrigerator for a half hour (at least).
- Combine the powdered sugar, milk, butter, green food coloring, and mint extract. Pour over the cooled brownies and smooth out with the back of a spoon. Refrigerate for another half hour.
- Melt the chocolate chips in butter in the microwave or a small saucepan over medium-low heat. Pour over the chilled brownies & mint. Tip the pan to make it spread evenly. Pop back in the refrigerator to let it set, at least a half hour.
- To make slicing easier, dip your knife into a hot glass of water and wipe off the excess water between each slice into the brownies.