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I can hear the nearby high school band -- percussion only -- through my chimney.
November 25th, 2007
No sooner did the kitchen get cleaned up than I had to go make it dirty again.
I chose to pitch pie number two, which is exactly the kind of thing that happens during futzing with a recipe, but still it never feels good to actually do it. (Pie number one is significantly depleted and won't last much longer.)
So I am assuaging my poor sad little feelings with a recipe I know never disappoints (and which needs absolutely no futzing whatsoever): Alice Medrich's "Bittersweet Brownies". MAN THOSE ARE GOOD.
Oh @#$!. The version of the recipe I just found online is noticeably different from the one in the book. FUTZING ALERT! DANGER, WILL ROBINSON! ...I think I can avoid it though. Looking at the ratios, the one in the book -- the one I've done so many times the book has a crease -- looks to me like it'd come out better.
Danger averted.
Brownies imminent.
I chose to pitch pie number two, which is exactly the kind of thing that happens during futzing with a recipe, but still it never feels good to actually do it. (Pie number one is significantly depleted and won't last much longer.)
So I am assuaging my poor sad little feelings with a recipe I know never disappoints (and which needs absolutely no futzing whatsoever): Alice Medrich's "Bittersweet Brownies". MAN THOSE ARE GOOD.
Oh @#$!. The version of the recipe I just found online is noticeably different from the one in the book. FUTZING ALERT! DANGER, WILL ROBINSON! ...I think I can avoid it though. Looking at the ratios, the one in the book -- the one I've done so many times the book has a crease -- looks to me like it'd come out better.
Danger averted.
Brownies imminent.