It’s a good day to bake brownies, and decorate for Fall.
Since time is of the very essence, with all things in all seasons, I’m hurriedly but happily up-doing a box mix to remedy a sweet-fix.
And I’m still outdoor-cooking and baking because the weather is still nice to do just that—(cooking in snow in the winter can also be nice if done well)…
Let’s give the directions a redo and get it done!!
Whisking it all together, all at once–the box package, 3 large eggs, 1/4 cup beer, and 1/2 cup olive oil.
Yes, olive oil. “Why?” It goes so well with beer in a sweet baked good. Not only does the beer give the brownie a nice rich texture; the olive oil with the beer accentuates the chocolate with a mild fruity, salted flavor.
“Shut my mouth, mama!!” …I’d be obliged to…
And here we are. So quickly.
Play: the art of joy.
Butter a pie plate if you’d like. No need to flour it.
The spatula: one of the most needed utensils in the kitchen, this ‘guy’.
Don’t drop the bowl, please don’t break it.
Let air bubbles live. You can’t ruin a brownie mix unless you burn it in the oven!
Let’s dude it up with sprinkles (dress it up).
“We know how she is.” No, you don’t.
Let’s throw it in a 350 oven for 30 to 35 minutes.
Now it’s out of the oven and we’re lightly salting it–with fine pink Himalayan salt.
Proud to be a girl. Powers, “Babe”–powers… intentional, planned, designed–with lots of shoes. Lipsticks on the vanity, in the kitchen cupboard, and several in my chosen purse.
Don’t touch. Let rest. Cool completely. Cracks don’t matter.
After it’s completely cooled, we’re lidding it, sealing it so very well—
Then plopping it onto a shelf in the cold ‘frig.
Yeah. That’s how this bad boy will be great tomorrow.
Will have it
And I bet I could eat five 5″-square chunks of it. Alone. Happily. A cool chic. Lipstick in place. Not all over face, food, or hands.
With coffee or milk. Enjoy fully.