Brownies

So someone recently asked me about baking brownies. I thought I’d post a recipe with suggestions.brownie

Get some chocolate. Now, right here you have decisions to make. Since you’re going to add a buttload of sugar, I would recommend something unsweetened. Your brand is entirely up to you, but you’ll need 4 oz.

Throw that in a bowl with 1 1/2 sticks of UNSALTED butter.

Let’s talk about butter here for a second. It should always be unsalted. ALWAYS DO YOU HEAR ME? I know they make it salted and it supposedly lasts longer but guess what? You can FREEZE butter. So buy it on sale and freeze it, but buy the UNSALTED butter. You can add salt but you can’t take it away. Be a control freak- get unsalted butter.

Ok where were we? Oh yea, you have some chocolate and a mutherload of butter. Throw all that in a bowl and stick it in the microwave. That’s not a metal bowl is it? Good. You don’t have a microwave? That’s weird, but if you don’t have a microwave you can do a double boiler to melt the chocolate and butter. What’s a double boiler? Jeez. Well just put the stuff you wanna melt into a bowl (metal, in this case, would be a good choice) and put it on top of another (smaller) saucepan that has simmering water it in. The gentle heat from the simmering water will melt the chocolate without mayhem.

So you’ve got your chocolate and butter melting away in the micrometer or the double boilermaker, right? OK, then take two cups of sugar and set that aside, scramble three eggs and a tablespoon of vanilla and set that aside, then take a cup of flour (sifted, all purpose) and set that aside. When your chocolate is all gooey and melted and looking like a warm pile of sex you will have three things (at least) standing at the ready- eggyvanilla, sugar and flour. Diggit? Cool. Onward…

If you planned well, the chocolate was melted in a BIG microwaveable bowl so you can just start dumping into the same bowl the chocolate was melted in. You did plan ahead, right? Good, so go ahead and throw the sugar into the chocolate and start mixing away.

Wait wait wait, what is that? Do you have a mixer in your hand? Srsly? That’s totally unnecessary, dude, we’re just making brownies here. It’s a rustic, country kind of food, put the mixer away and save it for the homemade marshmallows or angel food cake when you really need it. All you need for this trip is a spoon and a bowl and a baking dish.

So your sugar is all incorporated into the happy chocolate sex goodness, right? Cool, then you can add the eggs. Don’t add the eggs before the sugar, OK? No, really that’s a bad idea. Mix those eggs in until is pretty well incorporated then you can bring the flour into the party.

Is it all together and looking like batter? Great. Now, here’s where you have a decision to make. What kind of brownies are we making today? Are we feeling purist? If so, then carry on. If not, then read past the baking part for ideas…

Throw that tasty batter into a greased baking vessel of your choosing. That could be a 13×9 baking dish, or it could be something else. If it’s a 13×9 pan you can bake that bad boy for about 30 minutes on 350. If it’s something else, well, man I dunno what to tell you but you should hang out in the kitchen for awhile. Grab a beer and watch that oven, M’kay? Burnt brownies make people cry.

So that’s it. Pretty simple and really no reason in the world to purchase mixes at all. Homemade brownies kick the crap out of that stuff in the box every time.

But what if you’re not feeling very pure? Check out these options:

Bake the brownies in a muffin pan and smush a peanut butter cup on the top before baking! Insanity! (take the wrapper off the peanut butter cup, y’doof!)

Throw in a cup of chopped nuts. Traditionally that would be walnuts but I’m allergic to them so I would go with Pecans. What about Macadamia, though? That would be sick, wouldn’t it?

You can stir in M&Ms, chocolate chips, smash a big chocolate kiss on top of the brownies where each piece will be, and you know they’ve got all those amazing different KINDS of chocolate kisses you could experiment with. What about cordial cherry kissed brownies? You could stir in butterscotch chips or tiny pieces of marshmallows. Melt some caramel and mix that in there, or swirl it. Wanna get really nuts? How about dried cranberries and crushed whole espresso beans?

Go ahead, get crazy!

Zip it!

For years I’ve had a secret fear. Something that haunts me and I have let this singular terror hold me back from things in life.

I have a fear of zippers.

Now, it’s not a problem if they’re already sewn to something I’m using. Rather I’ve had serious issues with putting a zipper on anything I’m sewing.

GOD BLESS THE INTERWEBS. Remember that post I recently wrote on the miracle of the Internet? Well, tack this on to the large, long list of ways it’s enriched my life. Online tutorials.

Online tutorials helped me learn to knit, then eventually crochet which I do almost every day. Online tutorials remind me of things I know how to do, but the basic composition of it eludes me when I’m out of practice (like the proper ratios for Bechamel sauce between the fat, flour and liquid) so when I need this information I turn to my laptop instead of wasting time straining for the information myself.

Anyway, I fear zippers no more! Thanks to the internet I’ve overcome my fear. When I have a minute, I will post pictures of what I made. It’s nothing earth shattering, just a couple of zipper pouches, BUT THEY’RE ZIPPERS!

And God bless whoever invented the zipper foot. What a great thing that is!

Look at that creature


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Originally uploaded by girthta

She’s so gorgeous she still takes my breath away!

This was taken by her teacher at school. I think it does a good job of capturing her personality. I love that she’s even looking dead straight at the camera, hair flying around wildly. Unabashed smile and so free looking.

I hope to God she can remain so free and sweet.

Modern Voodoo

I love craigslist.

Since we’re moving I need to get rid of a lot of stuff. We’re moving from 3200 square feet to about 1750 square feet and we have waaaaaaay too much crap for that. So I’m downsizing.

I considered Freecycle for several things, but I’m so happy with craigslist I’ve started sending things there with great success.

How did we really get along before the internet? Seriously, it’s made my life so much richer.

I turn to the internet for practically everything. I don’t have a recipe card file anymore because I can get any recipe I want on the internet. If I need to buy something I will at the very least research it online first. I have numerous friends online all over the world and even my best friend and I converse daily- through IM.

My brother lives quite a ways away from me. Now we can “see” each other any time we want via video chat (through the internet).

I even get email on my phone. What’s really crazy is that I have VOIP at home so if you call me at home and I’m not there, you’ll get voice mail. That voice mail will be emailed to me, where I’ll pick it up on my Blackberry and hear it. Crazy.

When I was growing up we didn’t even have cable until I was eyeballing puberty! Now I’m getting emailed voice messages on a phone smaller than my TV remote! Wonder what’s coming in my daughter’s time.

The local radio stations here suck, but that’s OK because I listen to radio on the internet mostly anyway. Except when I’m in my car, then I listen to satellite radio.

All this technology and progress and I still can not find a job. Amazing.

Oh well, if someone decides they want to hire me at least they can get in touch with me!

Breathing deeply into a brown paper bag…

Well so the panic is on…

I lost my job in July and have had one temporary contract job and one consulting job since then. I’m on unemployment but that will end at some point.  What a time we live in, eh?

My husband and I found a house in a really incredible little town. He’ll be able to walk to work, which is great. It’s so quaint, lovely and eclectic we feel we’ll actually be able to fit in. Not like here in the suburbs where we feel like fish out of water.

We’re surrounded by grown up jocks. Republicans who are really just marking time until the next football game. We tried to connect with them- to fit in, but it’s not us. Now we’re at the point where we don’t care. We don’t like them either, it’s clear.

But the market is horrible. If we can sell our house for fair market, we’ll be able to make a little bit of money. Most importantly, we’ll be largely out of debt and easily able to make it on my husband’s salary alone. I can pick up the odd consulting job or sell art and earn an extra bit here or there. Most importantly, I can focus on being a wife and mother- taking care of my family and home. And that’s really what I want to do.

It’s my mid-life crises. I’ve decided that must be what it is. Before I lost my job I lost my way. I felt it slip away and I could not get it back. Upon further investigation I’ve determined that I do not, in fact, WANT to get it back. I think life for most people is largely a lie and I don’t want to feed that machine any more.

I see a lot of people tied up to money and doing things because that’s what they think they are supposed to be doing, but I don’t think it has to be that way. I don’t think I have to feel I have to have a career, and be a wife and mother and homemaker for my family. Damn, that’s just too much! I can do one or three things well, but I can’t do SO MANY things well. Something will suffer and for too many years that something has been my family and myself. Mostly myself. No more.

I think it’s taken my husband a long time to come around. I’m not really sure he’s come around yet, to be honest with you. I think he accepts, at face value, that I say I’m going through something profound. I think he thinks I’m sick, in a way. Perhaps he feels I’m sick in my heart- and he would be correct in thinking that. I don’t know what he thinks. Maybe he thinks I’m crazy. Maybe he’s right. He probably is. I’m OK with that, too.

So, anyway, we live in this house now that’s worth about $328,000 and we are trying to get a mortgage to move into a house for $125,000. We’ll be moving from 3200 square feet to 1750 square feet- yes half the size! and less than half the mortgage! I wonder what the percentage decrease in stress that will be? Hrm…

I’ve been totally freaking out about getting the mortgage. We really only have the husband’s income to count on, since my unemployment will end someday. My mother in law will help us- I’m sure that will come with strings. I thought with the economy being in the shitter no lenders would want to talk to us, but they don’t seem to be terribly put off.

But can we sell our house? Should we rent it instead? Maybe we can rent it to own? How much will we have to pay a Realtor? Can we fsbo? How am I going to move all this shit? Where am I going to put all this shit? We have to get rid of some shit. What shit should I get rid of? I mean, some of it’s a no brainer- we don’t have cable anymore so we don’t need all these TVs plus the house isn’t big enough for that many TVs but..

I have a headache. Where’s my Zoloft?