Let Us Bake Bread Together

I have an announcement. I hope you're sitting down because this is big. Drum roll please..... I made brownies yesterday. I know, you never thought I had it in me, huh? Well, me neither. Here's how it all went down...

Courtney needed to grab some groceries yesterday so we hopped in my car and went to Target. We were slated to play tennis but with the rainy weather decided to skip tennis, but definitely make the brownies we tried to get last week. So we grab some brownie mix (with walnuts), a half gallon of french vanilla ice cream and we're set.

Fast forward to us sitting on her couch and I decide I'm going to try my hand at baking. Courtney says, "Are you sure?" I toss my hair, get a decidely determined spark in my eye, and head into the kitchen. I think I had the same expression on my face that people who go to war have. The I'm going to conquer this if its the last thing I do look. Yep, that was me.

I go into the kitchen, grab the box and start. Courtney is hovering behind me because we only bought one box and I better not screw this up or we wouldn't be having brownies at all. So, everything is in the bowl, I haven't messed up anything yet. It needs to be mixed together so I'm stirring and stirring. Making sure there aren't any clumps in it. Well, there aren't just a few clumps, there's practically dozens. And I'm like, "What the crap?!" I'm putting serious elbow grease into stirring this brownie mix and its still clumpy! And then I realize that the batter is mixed fine, its the walnuts that are in the mix that are making the clumps. Dang it!

So the mix gets poured into the pan, popped in the oven and the timer is running. Sarah comes by in the meantime and gets excited about brownies and the fact that I've just baked them. So I keep checking them to make sure they're done. The time the knife comes out clean, I'm like, tah-dah! Could it be? Have I just successfully not messed up cooking something? I get the pan out, kind of excited. They need to cool off, so they sit on the stove for a minute.

Later, Sarah and Courtney go in the kitchen to make the brownie sundaes. Its kind of quiet in the kitchen. And I know what that kind of silence means. It's the silence of, "These aren't done, but we're too polite to tell her." So I say, "Ok, they aren't done are they?" The girls both chirp up, "O they are perfect for ice cream!" Which means they are still gooey on the bottom.

O well, one of these days, I'll do something completely right in the kitchen. Assuming I keep conquering my fear of not burning the house down while attemping to cook.