Today's been an eventful day; let me tell you.
I stayed at my friend's last night. The spare bed is probably one of the worse things I've ever slept on - or, didn't sleep, if you will. Every hour - maybe every half hour - I was awake. Bed at 11, asleep by maybe 11:15-11:20, awake by 8:30 - after a LONG day.
Get home about 1, shower, get a text from my other friend. I'm home alone and was going to bake Slutty Brownies for my sister, but I haven't seen him in a few weeks and he's probably my coolest friend so of course I said yes.
Get home about 8:45, chill for a bit, and around 9, I begin my baking. Both my parents are home, of course, but that turns out to be an excellent thing.
Chocolate chip cookie dough
Brownie batter (and Rolos)
Now, I know I can't bake. I told my parents before I even had everything out that I was going to make a disaster in the kitchen. I told my sister that if they suck, I'm blaming her. She told me what was in them - because she had them once. She's never even made them and told me to Google the recipe - TONIGHT. <exaggerated sigh>
So, I make the cookie dough. Well, sleepless me - and the non-baker in me - had the ingredients, just not the directions. Forgot the flour goes in LAST, but after a little extra work, some blood, sweat and tears, I got it made. (It also helps if you have ALL the measuring cups instead of just ONE that you need...) So many reasons why I don't bake. (Even though I've made choco. chip cookies SO many times before. Clearly just a sleep issue.)
Oreos. Well, those are packaged. Some of them were broken but I made it work.
Brownie batter. Well, one recipe said 9x9 pan, but we only had 9x13, so i figured close enough. They'll taste the same. My sister, for only just having had one, said "half the brownie batter, a 'handful' of Rolos, and the rest of the brownie batter." I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, SISTER. Half the brownie batter in the only pan we have is hardly anything so I just threw the Rolos on top and said GOOD ENOUGH!
Also, one recipe said to make your own brownie batter but again, didn't know that until TONIGHT so I just used the box stuff anyway.
It's a good thing I knew it would be a stressful disaster because I can at least laugh at it now.
Honestly, I hope there's more people like me who can but can't bake and I hope many more get to witness it because it truly is thoroughly amusing. I told my sister that I can't bake. She said I could. I told her about the cookie dough and that she has too much faith in me. She realized her fault. Perhaps if I baked more... (if I did, I'd have to sell it because I'm trying to lose weight, not gain it!)
Now it's about 11:50, the brownies are in the fridge (straight from the oven, which frightens me a little, but again, what my sister - who never made them! - told me). Tomorrow I'll probably find the pan stuck to the melted plastic edge of the shelf in the fridge, but I'll worry about that tomorrow whenever I wake up.
But for now, I'm just going to be amused with myself and proud that I didn't burn anything and actually made a (hopefully) edible project.