the brownie recipe i'm about to share with you has been in my family since i was a little kid. my well-worn recipe card has the title "honeybear brownies" scribbled across the top. true to their name, i remember my mom always having one of those plastic, magical bears of gooey, sticky goodness on hand. whenever it was time to make these brownies, that glorious bear would descend from the cupboard and mom would squeeze the honey out of him and into the mixing bowl. how romantic and oddly grotesque.
