Baking instant brownies (Kendrick helped).
I love them. I completely don’t care about from-scratch brownies; why mess with perfection? I occasionally buy a box (or two) of Betty Crocker and tuck it away in the back of my cupboard, and then promptly forget all about it until one night when I’m on the couch watching ANTM and suddenly find myself obsessing over chocolate and unwilling to trek down four flights of stairs. And then I remember the hidden box, and 53 minutes later all is well.
