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There are two kinds of people in this world: those who sneeze with the poise of a Southern girl at a Junior League meeting, and those who sneeze with the unapologetic honk of an injured duck.

There’s been a lot of honking around here.  But hey, greetings from Pollentown!



It’s strange because I’ve never had an allergy before.  I’ve eaten peanuts and antibiotics my entire life.  I thrive on gluten.  I’ve consumed more questionably prepared ballpark hot dogs than I want to tell you about, and I’ve never gotten sick.   I’m not even allergic to salmonella, you guys.

I know this for a fact, actually.  I was repeatedly exposed to salmonella as a kid and nothing happened.

The exposure started when I got a pet turtle.  His name was Pablo.  He had a shell about 2 inches across and he lived in a shallow goldfish bowl on my desk.

Pablo was the ideal companion until the Center for Disease Control decided that little turtles carried salmonella on their backs.  From that point on, Pablo’s value as a pet plummeted rapidly.

One dark day, the CDC released a report that said there were two kinds of people at risk for salmonella:

  1. kids who ran around the grocery store licking cantaloupes and eating raw eggs; and
  2. kids who had pet turtles.

When my mom heard about this, she freaked.  She freaked even more when Virginia made pet turtles illegal.  And she reached record levels of freak when I told her I’d been petting Pablo’s shell for years and didn’t feel sick yet.

So one day when I was at school, she “freed Pablo into the pond.”  That is a direct quote, people.  Freed him into the pond.

I was horrified.  The pond was a death sentence for him.  At the very least, dumping him in there was:

  1. a felony; and
  2. extremely disrespectful to Pablo, given that the pond was full of turtles 30 times his size.

I never saw him again.


There is no upside to this story except that I’m probably immune from salmonella, like I was saying.

So I’m going to get through this week of headaches and sneezes by eating whatever I want, including undercooked eggs.  Salmonella be damned!

The good news is that you can eat undercooked eggs, too.  Have you noticed they sell pasteurized eggs in stores now?  That means you can eat gooey brownies with me.

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On top of ice cream!

ice cream

If you’ve never had gooey brownie on top of ice cream, you should get on it.  When I was a kid, I had it at least once a week at a frozen yogurt shop called Arch’s.


I’ve been experimenting with boxed mixes and I figured out how to do it.  Here’s my take on the gooey brownie:

Ice Cream with Gooey Brownies {Download & Print Recipe}
Inspired by Arch’s Frozen Yogurt


1 box Duncan Heinz dark chocolate fudge brownie mix

1/3 c. oil

1/3 c. water

1 pasteurized egg

ice cream, for serving


Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.  Follow the instructions on the box for fudgy brownies, not cakey brownies.  That means adding one egg, not two, and mixing in the oil and water until smooth. Pour the mixture into an ungreased 8 x 8″ pan and bake it for about 15 minutes.  That’s about half the time the recipe calls for.  It’ll give you really gooey brownies.  If you want them a little chunkier, bake them a little longer.

Let them cool and then scoop some on top of ice cream.


For the authentic experience, I don’t recommend using Ghirardelli mixes or mixes that have chocolate chips or packets of fudge in them.  Definitely don’t skip the egg.  If you do, the oil and water in the batter will separate and you’ll be left with hard, greasy brick.


Gooey brownies will give you lots of energy to run around and do stuff outside.  Like so:

on the move

See you on the flip-side!