A brownie a day keeps the madness away

I haven't been baking.  Actually, the only times I've baked sweets while here was when I had that tub of already made cookie dough.  I took a step forward by making brownies tonight.

Of course, I made these from a mix, but that process was more involved than scooping dough out of a tub, so I felt a slight sense of accomplishment.  These are Ghirardelli double chocolate brownies (with chocolate chips inside!).  I didn't have any powdered sugar to top them with, and that's the only thing that could have made them better.  They're dense, rich, and intensely chocolatey, so much that it's more or less inconceivable for one person to eat half a pan in one sitting as one would normally be tempted to do.  A glass of milk or vanilla ice cream could have improved the eating experience, but I had neither, so I enjoyed the brownies as-is and shared with a few privileged people from my building.  If you ever want someone to owe you, give them a good brownie.

I actually came into this post feeling like my food was on the upswing from junk to swank, but I quickly realized while writing that this is just as bad as anything I've eaten in the last week.  The worst part about all of this is that I really don't feel guilty for eating bad and eating out.  Rehab, here I come.