Tuesday, October 5, 2010
After the boys left and the baby closed her eyes, I went into the pantry and pulled out a backup box of Betty Crocker (gf) brownie mix. We keep these kind of things on hand for when we want to bake on a whim, or when we run out of all other ingredients or prepared foods.
"Eleanore, oh Eleanore!" I lured.
And into the kitchen she danced.
I had pulled up a chair, and she stood beside me, helping me pour melted smart balance and flax seeds into the mixing bowl.
After all of the ingredients were good and sticky, into the ghost shaped tin foil cups they went!
Because there were no eggs in our brownies, I handed the messy beater over to Miss Elie, and she proceeded to demolish it with her giraffe tongue.
Whats more fun than licking sweet chocolaty batter? I mean really? I totally got in on the shame-on-me action too. So what.
So how do you think they turned out?
Um, what the heck happened?
Total brownie fail.
Do you think Eleanore cared, though?
Of course not.
Because don't we all secretly want a total brownie fail? A reason to eat a gooey half baked brownies with a fork, straight out of the pan?
Our ghost brownie fail was a success.