Monday, February 22, 2010

I Made $30 Brownies!

What the heck were in those brownies, you ask? Real fudge, cocoa, organic cane sugar, and flecks of gold? No, none of that actually. (And no, they were not "special" brownies either. Haha.) I wish I could say I made some spectacular gourmet brownies. But no, they were from a box, and they cost me lots of time and money. In the end, they were totally worth it...okay, not really. But they were still delicious.

Huz's birthday was last month, and all he asked for were brownies on his birthday. That night, I checked our cabinets, and the only box of brownies left was expired. I didn't make it, of course, though I did contemplate it for a second. In the end, I threw that box out. I felt like a terrible wife. So I vowed to make it up to him.

In anticipation of Valentine's Day, I made sure to buy two boxes. That day, while I was making the brownies, I remembered I had thrown our old metal pan away. All I had was a white ceramic pan, which I have never used for baking brownies and cakes before. But I figured it should work. Well, it totally ruined my brownies! They were undercooked and really gross. Huz wouldn't even eat it. So that batch was thrown out.

I finally got around to buying a new 9x13 metal pan. This past Saturday, I thought I'd surprise Huz and make brownies for him. I prepared them while he was still sleeping. The smell of chocolate wafted through the house. It even woke Huz up. He came down, and the first thing he said was "I smell chocolate." No "good morning" or "Hello, my love." Hmph.

After the brownies were done, I cut into them to give Huz a piece. And it was as hard as a rock! WTF. I looked at the directions and realized I looked at the wrong time. It didn't even have directions for a 9x13 pan like the other brownie mix did. I overcooked them! How the heck did this happen again?!? I threw it away today. And it was one giant hard rectangular cookie. Ugh!

Huz kept saying how I was toying with his emotions. Getting his hopes up and dashing them with shit brownies. (Not literally.)

Enough was enough! I was going to make brownies even if it killed me! Yesterday I bought another pan, but this time a 9x9. Bought two more boxes of brownies. Read the directions like ten times.

I finally made brownies that were edible today. Yay me! It only took a month, four boxes of brownies, and two new pans.

Piece a cake! Or should I say...

14 comments:

Tina said...

Wow, all that trouble for brownies. And I've never messed up boxed brownies before. Way to go.

Tara said...

You shut up!! My $30 brownies were delicious! Tasted better with my blood, sweat, and tears!

Alice said...

Way to go Tara! That is too funny (only cause I can relate)! Did Huz approve the final batch?

Tara said...

Hey, Alice! The last batch was yum!

Steam Me Up, Kid said...

I can't believe you threw out the expired box!! Brownie mix doesn't expire! That's what the man *wants* you to believe.

Missy May said...

Does Huz know how much hard work those brownies were to make?

Laura said...

My birthday's coming up coming up! I want some $30 baked goods.

Sarah P said...

Awesome!
Except I would have chipped away at the failed batches, trying to find something edible.

Tara said...

Steam Me Up--I would have eaten it if it wasn't expired in 2008. Hehe. I didn't want to chance it.

Missy--Oh, Huz knows. I told him over and over again.

Laura--You want $30 brownies? Really? Wouldn't you rather me make one good batch? =p

Sarah P--There was no good parts of that giant rectangular cookie. But Huz ate some of it anyway. Haha.

tattytiara said...

Wow, what an epic journey. I'm just glad to hear there was chocolate at the end to make it all worth while (when there's chocolate at the end every journey's worth while).

Anonymous said...

if you count in the opportunity cost from your hourly wage, then your brownies cost you way more than $30.

-cuz

Tara said...

Haha. Fair point. In that case, I should stop bloggin' and start workin'.

Chl said...

You could always threaten Huz with "shit" brownies if he steps out of line. :)

When I was a kid I was allergic to a lot of stuff (still am to a degree) but that included milk. My mom always packed my lunch. Oh how I envied the kids eating off their trays in the cafeteria. Anyway, my teacher would but kids in the coat room for time out when they misbehaved. While in isolation, these kids would eat my lunch! The teacher refused to do anything about it so mom made a batch of ex-lax brownies and put them in my lunch bag. They left my stuff alone after that. :P

Tara said...

Chl, awesome brownie story! Haha. Go, mom!