Brownie Bites (the dust)

Alright, I'm going to admit it right now: I want to be Ree Drummond. There, I said it. I want her life. It just sounds so fun. She shoots guns with her husband, homeschools her kids, takes pictures of her basset hounds, and somehow manages to have time to crank out ridiculous amounts of delicious recipes. Of course, the grass is always greener on the other side of the internet. If you don't know who Ree Drummond is, then you should. She's the woman behind the Pioneer Woman blog. You should leave here right now, and go read every post she's ever done. Not only will you learn some fantastic new recipes, you'll be in tears from laughing at her stories and quick wit. She's just wonderful!

Anyways. Since falling in love with PW, I've attempted several of her recipes. One evening, my dear roommate and I decided to be adventurous and make Brownie Bites. I purchased all the ingredients, and got to work. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ha.. ha.. haha... riiiiight.

We started out alright.. chocolate was melted and ready to go..



While we waited for it to cool, suddenly a tall, handsome man came bursting through the door, swept me off my feet and offered to chop up the chocolate for the icing for me.



Okay, that's only mostly true. A tall, handsome man did offer to chop up the chocolate for me.. but he pretty much just came through the door like a normal human being and offered to help. He also knows that I probably shouldn’t be handling really large, really sharp knives.

By this time, the chocolate was mostly cooled, and I proceded to complete the rest of the steps of the brownie batter. I was getting ready to grease the pans, when Roomie jumps in and decides she wants that to be HER job. (She had already given up on my miniature chocolatey dreams and moved on to making some PW cinnamon rolls, which are very, very, very, very, very good.) I was hesitant, because the pan needed to be generously greased and floured so the bites would pop out easily once they came out of the oven. Then, the handsome guy that chopped the chocolate for me decided to step in and try his hand at the baking game as well. So, we each greased a pan how we thought they should be, constantly critiquing the other pans and arguing over whose would be better. We filled the mini-cups with brownie batter, and IN they went, with all our hopes and dreams along with them. (And Kayla went back to her cinnamon rolls.)



Anxiously, we waited for the oven to give birth to our new precious little brownie bites. Suspense hung in the air. The tension was thick. The drama was real.

15 minutes later, the moment of truth arrived. What was the verdict...?






FAIL. Not only did they stick to the pan, they were very dry and just overall... bad! After a brief period of mourning, we gave up and made a normal pan of brownies with the remaining batter.

So I salute you, Ree. Not everything is as easy as you make it look. However, my brownie baking days are far from over. I fully intend on trying this again one day, hopefully with a better outcome.






Oh, and in case you were wondering... Kayla's cinnamon rolls came out perfect. I'm not bitter at all. Really. Promise.