Brownies! I want brownies. Did you ever have that sudden and strong urge for something evil, but not just anything evil, something very specific. After tearing apart the three places that I keep cake, brownie, and muffin mixes I came up empty handed. I am OUT of brownie mix. One knows that it is a hormonal urge, no, let's call it a rage, hormonal rage, when the 10 other chocolatey delights that I can make seem to be a let down. No, I am not devastated enough to go out in the cold weather (we actually had flakes that manifested into a light white covering) to get a brownie mix - the triple chocolate cake is baking as I type.