I’ll say it > I’m no Martha Gardener. I tidy house… but not too well. I garden… sporadically. I bake… but not often. Don’t get me started on sewing or knitting.
Well, the other day I decided to bake.
I use the work “bake” loosely (if it comes out of my oven, I baked it okay?). My bake-a-thon involved opening box, dumping brown powder into a big bowl, adding water, oil and an egg.
Only problem was I didn’t have any eggs. “So what?” I cried as I merrily beat that goop within an inch of its life. “An egg only binds things… it’ll be FINE“.
Seems the egg makes it rise somehow too because the brownies that emerged from the oven were sad thin little bubbly things. They looked … well … interesting.
I’ll tell you what though, eaten warm with some fancy ice cream bunged on top they were sensational chewy oozy chocolatey delights. See, I’m more like Nigella than Martha any day.
I stress “eaten warm” because next day we tried some cold. They had set to the hardness of a diamond. We couldn’t even give them to the dog.
Happy baking everyone!