Every holiday season we get these novelty candies and don't do anything with them. Well, I am all PMSY (seriously I cried about nothing earlier and I'm ovulating or something so hormones = WHACKED) so I thought to myself, "SELF, we should make some brownies. But they need something! What do they need? MARSHMALLOW SANTA!"
So I got my best girl...
and introduced her to the family tradition of standing on a chair to help stir the batter.
Then I pulled Santa apart and inserted him into all of the sections of the brownie pan. MEET YOUR FATE FAT MAN!
I may eat these all before the oldest boy and his father get home from soccer.
I'm just sayin.
Marshamallow Chocolate Fudge Brownies, FOR THE WIN! Tweet