The brownies were collectively awful all around because they all gilded lilies -- and Prue did not help with her conflation of "fudgy" with "underbaked" -- but Lottie has extra shame. (Prue's kind of persona non grata here in NYC after her babka comments.)

I do intervals running now, mostly by intent but occasionally with the "waiting 45 seconds because I just missed the light to cross the 8-lane boulevard" types of breaks. The first running one always makes me question my life choices and whether I will ever be able to run a 5km, but the last one (which is almost a 5k) is much better and I often get to race a teacup terrier the size of my foot and the Q38 bus.