I want to tell you about the best brownies in the whole wide world.
Brownies + Oreos + chocolate chip cookies = wheeeeee sugar WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I think I have vertigo.
Disclaimer: This isn’t my recipe. In fact, let me start by explaining how I create the recipes I post on here. I have no cooking skills, so I can’t just “throw a few things together” in the kitchen because the outcome will usually be surprising in a really bad way. So instead, I start by Googling whatever I feel like eating (“mexican pork slow cooker”) and then skim a bunch of recipes to find ingredients I recognize (“corn!”). There’s usually a bit of follow-up Googling (“substitute for dill?” or “can you mix basil and cilantro?”) and eventually, I come up with a list of ingredients that will, most likely, taste okay when put together. My husband gets the lucky job of lab-testing the meals (“Welcome home, honey, I put jelly in the meatloaf!”) and then the ones that don’t suck (in my final and overriding opinion) wind up on here.
When three or four days go by without a recipe, you should really feel bad for my husband. Send him a lasagna or something.
But when I stumbled across this recipe, I knew it was solid gold. I ran out to the store at 10:00 at night to get the ingredients. I didn’t need to tweak, substitute, or simplify anything. So, I can’t lay any claim to this recipe — all I can do is bow down to The Londoner for sharing her stroke of culinary genius with the interwebs. I think she’s my new girl crush, but that could just be the sugar high talking.
She calls them Slutty Brownies — if that term makes you cringe, try to look past it, because these brownies will make you lose your moral compass.
Short version: Line the bottom of a greased 9×13 baking pan with cookie dough batter (I used Betty Crocker bagged mix and added an extra Tbsp of water and an extra Tbsp of applesauce to the batter, like the recipe suggests). Then a layer of Oreos. Then pour brownie batter over that, and cook at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. It comes out looking like this:
Unbutton your pants because you’re going to want to eat, like, five.