i screwed up brownies really badly the other night. see the sad face?
it was one of those times when you close the oven door to bake whatever-it-is
and suddenly it dawns on you, "did i forget the ______?"
yup, i did. it was too late. and it looked terrible.
i hail from the land where desserts must look as beautiful as they taste.
this was not acceptable . . . you could tell when i said screwed up that it was serious, right?
still, the batter sample had tasted amazing pre-bake and it smelled delish,
really how bad could they be? other than deflated and black, that is.
we were desperate here, folks. 9:30 at night, both of us had worked a long saturday
and mr. wonderful was about to head out to strike another job.
translation: we needed chocolate! so, only one solution . . .
{whip it, whip it good.}
behold, the gooey-ist, most chocolatey treat we've had in a while.
i don't even care that martha stewart would have frowned at it's appearance.
it totally rocked my sweet tooth and now i'm determined to master
that stinkin' recipe . . . i just have to figure out where i went wrong!
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