My Narcoleptic life
This sort of counts, but it was pretty late at night when it happened.
Hooray holidays!
I am doing tons of baking. I am making little goodie-kits for all of those people I love but cannot afford. They include snickerdoodles, oatmeal cranberry-walnut cookies, snowflake shaped sugar cookies, mint brownies, and either spiced hot chocolate and cider, or ginger-lemongrass green tea (depending on your expressed preference, or the fact that you're my grandma and like tea more). F-U-N!
So I've been staying up late watching Law and Order and CSI or, if it is really late, Strong Medicine, while I slave and ingest far too much sugar. I was particularly proud of my idea for the mint brownies. I had saved them for last the other night, I thought it would be great to have a warm brownie and milk right before bed. I tossed them in the oven to begin their 26 minute bake, had a smoke, played some sudoku, sat down on the couch to enjoy the new Damien Rice CD and woke up to a silent house, and the strong smell of burning sugar. I'd slept for over an hour, it was nearly three in the morning and if the brownies weren't on fire yet they were damn close.
I was still disoriented enough to not realize how long it had been. I was having trouble remembering what time I had meant to take them out. I grabbed the pan and set it on top of the stove, only to be hit by a smell that must resemble that of Santa's Elves burning at the stake. It was awful - but minty fresh. I grabbed it again, ran it outside and dropped it on the woodpile and came back in to clean up. Upon later inspection I realized that brownie bricks should have been used in the construction of temporary housing post tsunami and Katrina. REALLY.
I made them again last night. This time they went in first and I watched the Cosby show and ate dinner while they were baking. Yummy!
1 comment:
I've been baking too! I hope I'm on your good list (and I think I prefer cider, just in case).
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