I take a pretty authoritarian stance on brownies. If they’re not dense and fudgy (to the point of being mud-like in the middle), with a paper-thin crispy layer on top, I won’t even call them brownies ― they’re a chocolate traybake at that point.
And I’m as stringent with carrot cake, I’m afraid.
I wasn’t always this way. Both rules are born out of deeply disappointing bites ― in the latter case, dry, crumbly, poorly iced concoctions haunt me.
So, in my hunt for the perfect recipe...