Lazy Cakes! They're brownies, sold in dirty gas station snack aisles everywhere, that promise cellophane-wrapped chocolate relaxation. And by "relaxation," they mean fewer than two of these will make you pass out. I'll take three!
Attention, gross chewy-edge brownie people: You're wrong. You always have been, and you always will be. But that hasn't stopped you from getting your very own brownie pan, to help you indulge your vice in the purest way possible.