Here’s a little story about my childhood. I spent about a year living in Bali at around the age of 3 to 4 years old. At that time, one of the most prominent memory was of me having the most delicious brownies at least once or twice a week. Those brownies were rich, fudgy, decadent, and stuck to your teeth like a clingy teen girl to her very first boyfriend, inseparable. I liked to smile and laugh in front of the mirror with my brownies blackened teeth, enjoying every bite like there’s no tomorrow.
