Chris is still in bed recovering from surgery, so after I put Meg to bed, I decided to make some brownies. S’more brownies. I’ve been looking at the recipe for months wanting to make it.
I followed the directions perfectly, and it was simple enough. They came out of the oven looking like this:
Looks delicious, right? I thought so too, and I couldn’t wait to dig in. But first, time to de-pan.
Now, I’m no dummy in the kitchen; I’ve got a fair amount of technical skill. That being said, something went terribly wrong here. I tried getting them out of the pan and this happened:
At least they still taste good.
Chris got up from bed for a second, and told him to take a look at the counter. He asked, “I’m assuming you did this?
“Yes.” I replied.
He looked puzzled for a moment, then asked, “In a fit of rage?” He was serious!
I could do nothing but laugh. I’m sure I’d have thought the same thing if I were him.