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Extremely Regrettable Brownies
So, unsurprisingly, I can't be left to my own devices for more than a day at a time, otherwise I will create strange brownie creatures that resemble boiling poop more than chocolate cake yummies. APPARENTLY forgetting the eggs, not realizing your error, and then trying to make cookies with the oddly fudgy batter only leads to terror and loud shrieks of "OH MY GOD IT'S MERGING! DON'T - OH GOD, NO, STAY ON THE - OH GOD!" Thank the lord I used the cookie sheet with a lip and had Anne to flail at on AIM.

Stage 2: Poo-and-Lace Doilies.
A video of Stage 3: The Spread, for posterity. Because it really did look like it was gonna eat my face for a few minutes there. After this portion we moved into Stage 4: Poppin' Bubbles, and Stage 5: Maybe I Want To Overflow. The later required many near-burns on my part while I attempted to carefully hold the parchment paper on an angle so the "brownies" wouldn't overrun their papery bounds.

Eventually, it evened out into one large sheet of burnt fugliness. I tried to eat a bit once I'd taken it out, but it tasted extraordinarily like burnt fugliness, so I gave up and threw the entire thing out. I think that's for the best, really.
Stage 2: Poo-and-Lace Doilies.

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*pets you*
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I know the feeling, love. :D
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*attaches self to your leg*
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Why yes, I am cackling cheerfully at you. WITH ALL THE LOVE THAT COMES WITH BAKED GOODS.
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It's actually quite facinating, lol.
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...did you taste it at all or were you afraid for your life? Mighta tasted okay. Unless, wait, no; you said there was burning, didn't you? Oh, sugar. It's in a better place now...
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*clings*
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I just...I want to hug you and hold you forever. You are so adorable, because I mean YOU TOOK A VIDEO! Oh boy. I'll bake you muffins if we ever meet. Promise!
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I was making cookies from scratch one night, and got so distracted by the tv that I forgot to add FLOUR. I subsequently discovered a process I've dubbed "soupination".
*ignores the charred remains STILL on the bottom of her oven*
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