You know that scene in the movie Castaway when Tom Hanks finally succeeds in building a fire? You know the bit I mean- he's standing in front of his bonfire, arms in the air, head tilted skyward, shouting, "I HAVE MADE… FIRE!"
Yeah, I feel something like that right now.
Behold, my Brownies Of Ultimate Triumph.
Most of you are probably mightily unimpressed. Get over it. Who can't make brownies, you're thinking. You must not have been here for The Great Pie Disaster of 2000, or the Crepe Tragedy of 2004, or The Brick Breads of 2002, 2004, and 2009. I can cook- oh, can I cook– but I am deeply Baking Impaired.
I hate being told I can't do something. I also hate failure, which is just like being told I can't do something, especially when I've failed at a thing over and over and over. After a few days of being spoiled with on- hand, homemade goodies (thank you, Corrine!) I've gotten an itch. So tonight, I tried the training wheels of baking: brownies. I tried them in secret, while Sam was playing his video game (and was thus sure NOT to wander into the kitchen) and then baked them in my studio, just to be extrasneaky about it.
They came out looking all right, so I called Sam in to look them over.
He was justly nervous/ doubtful about the brownies.
So was Kiddo. (That's right, that's my baby in the Dropkick Murphys shirt!)
In the end, even Kiddo approved. (Eek, you can see my kitchen- in- the- works!)
Of course, this is the sign of approval that I was really hoping for.
So hooray for baking success! Next up… well. I don't know. What comes after brownies?