|Still Life with Brownie Mix: |
Original iPhone Photography
If you were to observe my baking skills these days, you'd find it difficult to believe I once decorated cakes for my children and other family members' birthdays. Some folks thought I had some mad skills and occasionally asked me to decorate their wedding cakes, a request I never accepted. I've always known my limited culinary skills can only fool some of the people some of the time. Perhaps I acquired this knowledge at age 10 when I jumped on my bicycle--after shoving a cake in the oven--and peddled away.
Still, I rarely have difficulty following the directions on the brownie box. Today, however, I misread the instructions and added three times more water and oil to the mix than I should have. Instead of panicking, I snacked on the runny batter and called my husband, who was on a errand to Costco to pick up a rotisserie chicken, and asked him to grab two more boxes of brownie mix.
I specifically requested Ken purchase the "Triple Fudge," but our local store didn't have that flavor, so Ken brought home dark chocolate. The oil requirement differed between the two mixes, so I guesstimated how much more to add. I've never been one to adhere too closely to a recipe.
I now have a huge pan of gooey brownies sitting on my counter.
In an ironic twist of fate, as I write this post the show "How It's Made" is playing in the background, and the episode features the manufacture and packaging of School Safe Brownies!
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