… At least that’s how it felt today. Like there wasn’t a single brownie left in the world, and I was the one left holding the vanilla ice cream.

Let me explain.

First, one of my favourite deserts is taking two-bite brownies, popping them in the microwave for 15-30 seconds (depending on your microwave… basically until they’re too hot to touch) and then dropping (yes, “like it’s hot”) some vanilla ice cream on that bad boy.

So, my wife sent me shopping with a short grocery list (hint: all of her lists for me are short… I get distracted in grocery stores. Must be all the hot, curvaceous chocolate).

The list was: milk, vanilla ice cream and two-bite brownies (the more the merrier). Again, hint: my wife likes my concoction as well. Doesn’t hurt that she’s a chocolate addict.

Anyways, back to the story.

Short list. Brownies. Ice cream. Milk.

Costco? Out of brownies.
Safeway? Out of brownies.
Sobey’s? Out of brownies.

(hint: these all normally carry gobs (yes, that’s the technical term) of my favourite little chocolate dreampuffs)

So, I’ve determined there must be a worldwide shortage. Either that or the Brownie Fair is in town again. But, really, you’d think I’d know about it. You think they’d email me. Or come knocking on my door. Or something. Because how can you hold a Brownie Fair without moi?

No, I don’t think there was a brownie fair. There must be a global shortage.

Now, back to your regular rants and raves. With music by Chechie Choo and the Chick School Chickers.