My hips and thighs are proof that I have enjoyed a brownie now and then, and then, and then….I think you get the idea.
I do not bake brownies from scratch…rather semi-scratch…I use a box mix…, Pillsbury, Betty Crocker, Duncan Hines, Ghiradelli…I am a non-denominational brownie baker, all brands are welcome.
If I am truthful and of course, I believe that is the best policy, I have not baked brownies in months because the aforementioned hips and thighs no longer believed they could fit into the clothing I currently own. Something had to change and my wardrobe decided it had to be me. So the brownies went unbaked for months …since March 19, 2015…not that I was keeping track of the exact date, but the memory of a last baked brownie is vivid.
Needless to say, I missed the brownie…once in a while I would sneak a rogue chocolate chip or Hershey Miniature Special Dark, but it just wasn’t the same. I rode my recumbent bike, I ate better (or at least I told myself I did), and lo and behold my clothes are starting to win again. It is a small victory so I won’t gloat nor will I scream “victory”, but I decided to make brownies…I know it seems defeatist, but the reality was Peggy Anne had come for a weekend stay so I thought, “What the heck, I’m making brownies.”
Well this lapse in brownie baking caused me to sabotage my own wonderful brownies. I overbaked by 17 minutes…if you know anything about brownie baking that is like baking brownie croutons. Since there was no salvaging this batch and I refused to serve in a salad; Hubster, Peggy Anne and I stood by the pan after I removed it from the oven and scooped quick portions of piping hot overbaked brownie still soft enough to eat. I must say it seemed delicious, but because the roof of my mouth and tongue were left blistered and I tasted nothing for the rest of the weekend it was not worth it.
I am having my teaching team over this evening for crabs, corn, camaraderie, beverage, and brownie. I have baked and timed appropriately and thus far one hour after baking have yet to dig in.
I have to fit into my white Talbot capris.
The Brownies …with special ingredient
Still untouched…white capris look out.
Recumbent bike…here I come.