Brownie Fail

So most of these ventures have been massively successful. But there was one that was... not.

I was about to meet the boy's extended family for the first time. Big Italian family. Huge.

I'm petrified.

I have a gluten allergy and I'm a vegetarian. What at an Italian meal could I possibly eat? (Eggplant and coffee, in case you were wondering, is the answer)

So I'm supposed to bring something-- as you do. The boy's mother suggests a cake. I say, "No." We must MAKE A CAKE. It will be much better. Yes.

Peppermint brownies with cream cheese frosting are decided upon. It's the recipe on the back of the box. Easy.

I make the brownies. Bam. Put 'em in the oven.

I make the cream cheese frosting. Great. I get to the end of the instructions, and it says something akin to, "Spread the frosting across the brownies and set in the oven to bake."

Pause.

I look at the oven, where the brownies have been baking for about 10 minutes.

Pause.

I make a decision.

I take the brownies out of the oven, put the cream cheese frosting on top of the brownies that are already half-way to done, and put them back in for the rest of the time.

The bell dings. I take them out. They look reasonably done. Awesome.

Humming, I start to cut the brownies and put them on a plate. All around the outside. Going great.

Then I get to the middle. Where there is a 1/4 of an inch of cooked brownie on the bottom, 3/4 of an inch of uncooked legitimate batter and then a thin layer of probably uncooked egg and cream cheese pretend-to-be frosting.

That's the point at which I remember crying. The boy says that it was only a matter of time and that I had been flitting from the couch to the kitchen, stirring my mixing bowl like a manic gerbil. I do not recall this.

Long story short, I cut the edge brownies (that were cooked through) into veeeeeery small pieces and arranged them on a plate as if they were all the brownies in the world-- no other brownies, no sirree.

Everyone ate them. And they will never knoooooooowwwww.


-Jezebel