(Pleasepleaseplease tell me I’m not the only one who cooks brownies, or anything else, at 1 AM.)
I know I’m crazy. But I am female, and when that horrible time of the month comes, I NEED CHOCOLATE.
And when the rest of my family decides to eat up the homemade fudge I made two days ago, well, things like that call for drastic measures.
Making homemade brownies.
So I go to it. Heck, I have all my ingredients! I’m mixing sugar, butter, water, cocoa, eggs like a pro.
Then comes the flour. Oh JESUS, the flour! Whoever made flour made a very very messy product. After one and two-thirds cups of flour make it into the bowl, the kitchen looks like the aftermath of a Michigan snowstorm.
So, I clean it up, and happily go back to mixing ingredients…until I remember that I don’t have the baking powder yet and go to the spice rack to look for it.
Okay, where the HELL is the baking powder? I can’t find it. What happens to brownies without baking powder? No one seems to know…and I’m ready to kill for chocolate. Luckily, Dad (who is as nocturnal as I am) helps me locate the baking powder. Great–final ingredient.
I plop a big scoop of brownie batter into my 13 by 9 inch pan until I realize–horror of horrors–that I have forgotten to grease it. I find the spray and go at it, rationalizing that one section of brownie will just have to stay stuck to the pan forever.
I finish putting the brownie batter into the pan and spreading it out, eating the equivalent of two brownies in batter while doing so.
And now, all I have to do it wait for the stuff to cook and finish cleaning up.