..someone sends you chili brownies in the mail? Well, first you buy a sixer of delicious imperial stout (I’m partial to Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout). Then you prepare a feast for yourself at ten o’clock at night and gorge until all the pork chops are gone and you’ve demolished two bags of brownies.

Nothing beats waking up stuffed and a bit groggy while having your kitchen smell like fried pig fat for a few days.


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