I must make something very clear, this is not a recipe review. The following is totally all my bad and not Ina’s fault for me completely screwing up her brownies. This is one of the worst times of year for me when it comes to food. If you want to find out why, go here. If you want to hear how not to make brownies, continue reading.
I seem to have a curse when it comes to making brownies. I have had very limited success with them but when I heard that it was National Peanut Butter Day last week, I really, REALLY wanted to make some peanut butter brownies. At the time, I thought it was a good idea.
Ina’s recipe makes a huge sheet tray of brownies which I did not need so I attempted to divide the recipe in half and bake it in a much smaller dish. You begin by melting butter and chocolate in a double boiler.
It is here that all goes wrong. Yup, early on in the game… Normally I am really good at dividing recipes in half. But as you can see, there are only two eggs below with all that sugar, coffee and vanilla. When I went to go get the eggs, I mentally divided the six eggs called for in the recipe in half. By the time I got to the kitchen counter, I then divided the three eggs in half by adding one egg and yolk. Aren’t I so smart? Yes, my short term memory is that bad which is why I am always reading and re-reading a recipe as I make something. Except on National Peanut Butter Day. Bloody hell. So at this point, I am totally oblivious to my stupid mistake.
You stir in the melted butter and chocolate into the egg and sugar mixture, followed by flour, baking soda and salt that has been sifted together. Stir until just combined.
Toss chocolate chips with some flour and add to the batter. Pour into baking dish.
Add peanut butter and swirl together with the knife. At this point I thought to myself, this is going to taste amazing!
Excited, I put it in the oven for about 12 minutes, tapped a little like Ina’s says to do and then baked another 10 minutes or so. At some point, I started to feel weird. Like I knew something was wrong. I mentally went over my process and had the cold shock of what I had done creep up my spine. I felt sick and stupid at the same time and became too scared to look at the results when the timer went off. Do I really have to open that oven door?
Yeah, that just does not look right. My husband came home around this time and was able to eat the peanut butter chocolate goo because it was still warm and goopy. The next day it solidified enough so I could cut it out with a decorative biscuit cutter and top it with some frozen vanilla yogurt. You can pretty much dress up any disaster for a sweet photo, doesn’t mean it will taste good.
Aww… it looks pretty, too bad it tastes like hell! I took one bite of this and it was a grainy sugar bomb. My husband ate the last of this piece but the rest ended up in the compost. What a shame! What waste…
Yes, the winter foodie blues are here and the gremlins are messing with my frozen brain. Life with fibromyalgia can be so frustrating. Normally the kitchen is one place I kind of don’t screw things up but during the winter all bets are off.
Disasters, here I come.