There are just some days, or several days, that you really feel like a crime scene...something. (If you have seen No Strings Attached you know what I am talking about.)
It took me a day to figure out what I needed. Oatmeal cream pie? no, not rich enough, red velvet cupcakes? Didn't want to have to scour Columbus for a really good one. Mrs. Goodman's cake? Didn't want to drive that far. Some dessert coffee and goodie from a coffee house? No, definitely not something that was pre-frozen, then thawed for our...eh-hem...pleasure (what a waste of some much wanted calorie intake).
Then I figured it out. Thank God I know the brownie queen, the global brownie ambassador, the one who makes brownie delectables from a box. http://outoftheboxbrownies.com/
Thank God to her because I had a boxed brownie mix in my pantry. One that I had planned on making her peppermint bark brownies with. I made a batch for my neighbor and planned on treating myself to those Christmas eve. That never happened.
No...I didn't make one of her wonderous recipes. (sorry denise) I created my own.
1 box of brownie mix, swirled with my salty caramel sauce, baked and then topped with a white chocolate butter cream frosting.
(yes, the frosting is as thick as the brownie, got a problem with that?) Fucking insane!! After making them I ate a piece, and was kind enough to share with the family. My husband dared to take two pieces, I bit my sharp tongue (lucky for him).
I held out for the next morning after church. Cut myself a huge piece, made some coffee and sat in my rocking chair. Daring the kids to want the breakfast I was having.
If you aren't in a crime scene type of mood this would be way to rich for you. You wouldn't even get past the first bite.
Later that day Kadence broke a bowl, I broke a plate, Jakob threw a mother fit, Legos were thrown into my Christmas tree breaking a ornament from my childhood, and the house was a wreck after being gone for only 2 hours. (ok, maybe 3)
That deserves a huge slice to be cut and eaten, enjoyed, while mayhem continues behind me.
Today:
My husband dared eat another piece, told me we probably weren't going to be able to put our master bathroom back together unless we did it ourselves (and where would we find that time? it has been three freaking years). My daughter held her pee so long she ended up peeing all over my leg, the floor and herself. Told my son to go get two hand towels so I could clean up the floor...he brought me one washcloth, and while I quickly ran upstairs with her to wash her and myself, the rice began to burn on the stove.
Damn...since my husband helped himself to a piece, I was only left with one tiny, square inch brownie. If I make more...10 lbs will be added for sure...
Oh boy...I need a sunny beach, drink in one hand, crime scene brownie in the other and a good book to dive into.
My sanity is at risk...
It took me a day to figure out what I needed. Oatmeal cream pie? no, not rich enough, red velvet cupcakes? Didn't want to have to scour Columbus for a really good one. Mrs. Goodman's cake? Didn't want to drive that far. Some dessert coffee and goodie from a coffee house? No, definitely not something that was pre-frozen, then thawed for our...eh-hem...pleasure (what a waste of some much wanted calorie intake).
Then I figured it out. Thank God I know the brownie queen, the global brownie ambassador, the one who makes brownie delectables from a box. http://outoftheboxbrownies.com/
Thank God to her because I had a boxed brownie mix in my pantry. One that I had planned on making her peppermint bark brownies with. I made a batch for my neighbor and planned on treating myself to those Christmas eve. That never happened.
No...I didn't make one of her wonderous recipes. (sorry denise) I created my own.
1 box of brownie mix, swirled with my salty caramel sauce, baked and then topped with a white chocolate butter cream frosting.
(yes, the frosting is as thick as the brownie, got a problem with that?) Fucking insane!! After making them I ate a piece, and was kind enough to share with the family. My husband dared to take two pieces, I bit my sharp tongue (lucky for him).
I held out for the next morning after church. Cut myself a huge piece, made some coffee and sat in my rocking chair. Daring the kids to want the breakfast I was having.
If you aren't in a crime scene type of mood this would be way to rich for you. You wouldn't even get past the first bite.
Later that day Kadence broke a bowl, I broke a plate, Jakob threw a mother fit, Legos were thrown into my Christmas tree breaking a ornament from my childhood, and the house was a wreck after being gone for only 2 hours. (ok, maybe 3)
That deserves a huge slice to be cut and eaten, enjoyed, while mayhem continues behind me.
Today:
My husband dared eat another piece, told me we probably weren't going to be able to put our master bathroom back together unless we did it ourselves (and where would we find that time? it has been three freaking years). My daughter held her pee so long she ended up peeing all over my leg, the floor and herself. Told my son to go get two hand towels so I could clean up the floor...he brought me one washcloth, and while I quickly ran upstairs with her to wash her and myself, the rice began to burn on the stove.
Damn...since my husband helped himself to a piece, I was only left with one tiny, square inch brownie. If I make more...10 lbs will be added for sure...
Oh boy...I need a sunny beach, drink in one hand, crime scene brownie in the other and a good book to dive into.
My sanity is at risk...
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