So..my family has had thie recipe for a while and I remember my mom making it when I was younger.
There was a time...oh, i'd say about 8 to 10 years ago when I came across the recipe and thought...
I want to make these again! I haven't had them forever.
So...I pulled out my NEW pampered chef baking stone...
(because I was SOLD on them....and I had just bought the bar pan!)
I made them and put them in the oven and anxiously awaited the 25 minutes!
Well...25 minutes came and went and after an addition 10 minutes...and the top getting REALLY brown
I took them out of the oven and allowed them to cool a bit.
Being overly excited...I started cutting into them.
As I did...I discovered that they were SO.NOT.DONE!
Now...please remember
it had been about an hour.
And I thought these stones were supposed to be PERFECT!
All I can say is...I LOST IT!
I started saying things. .
There was a time...oh, i'd say about 8 to 10 years ago when I came across the recipe and thought...
I want to make these again! I haven't had them forever.
So...I pulled out my NEW pampered chef baking stone...
(because I was SOLD on them....and I had just bought the bar pan!)
I made them and put them in the oven and anxiously awaited the 25 minutes!
Well...25 minutes came and went and after an addition 10 minutes...and the top getting REALLY brown
I took them out of the oven and allowed them to cool a bit.
Being overly excited...I started cutting into them.
As I did...I discovered that they were SO.NOT.DONE!
Now...please remember
it had been about an hour.
And I thought these stones were supposed to be PERFECT!
All I can say is...I LOST IT!
I started saying things. .
(what's that other word for poop?)
I made a mess of the congo squares with the spatula.
At this point...my dad came in the room.
(his ears perked up when he heard me saying stuff like *crap*)
He asked me what I was doing...
why I was doing it..
you know, being a concerned parent.
About that time, my brother and sister were downstairs and they heard my dad and me *fighting*
(we really weren't fighting.)
So, they turned off the t.v. and were standing at the bottom of the stairs listening!
Anyway, you get the point...they didn't turn out.
I have never had the desire to make them again.
Until today.
I guess I have been filled with a false sense of hope.
I have been baking for 3 months now and everybody that has tried my desserts have really liked them.
So I starting thinking things like... "I'll try these!" "I think i'm ready!" "What's the worst that could happen?"
Well...I mixed everything together.
I poured them into the pan..(a different on this time)
And this is what happened!
I called my sister. (yes, the same one)
And sent her this picture..
Her response? "Oh boy."
I can feel my stomach starting to turn with anger.
I am taking a deep breath.
What to do?
I can either bake it like that or do another half batch.
Well, I need the whole sheet for neighbor gifts.
So.....I make another half batch.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that these are NOT the same!
I have NO IDEA what has happened.
I did EXACTLY half the recipe...(except the egg..how do you half an egg?)
My self esteem is starting to dwindle...
becoming taken over by anger.
I figure at this point...it's probably going to be *crap* anyway..let's just cook it!
Some really, REALLY funky things going on with this.
I have no idea...I just know that I have to make another batch.
And I just give up.
Maybe having kids has calmed me down a bit...
broken my spirit...so to say.
I did decide that I would still post this so that you know all the OTHER recipes that I have posted
really are possible to make...
even if you sometimes struggle,
like I do.
*Stay tuned for a follow up story and recipe!*
***Also, I now know how to half an egg! Thanks Google!
I made a mess of the congo squares with the spatula.
At this point...my dad came in the room.
(his ears perked up when he heard me saying stuff like *crap*)
He asked me what I was doing...
why I was doing it..
you know, being a concerned parent.
About that time, my brother and sister were downstairs and they heard my dad and me *fighting*
(we really weren't fighting.)
So, they turned off the t.v. and were standing at the bottom of the stairs listening!
Anyway, you get the point...they didn't turn out.
I have never had the desire to make them again.
Until today.
I guess I have been filled with a false sense of hope.
I have been baking for 3 months now and everybody that has tried my desserts have really liked them.
So I starting thinking things like... "I'll try these!" "I think i'm ready!" "What's the worst that could happen?"
Well...I mixed everything together.
I poured them into the pan..(a different on this time)
And this is what happened!
I called my sister. (yes, the same one)
And sent her this picture..
Her response? "Oh boy."
I can feel my stomach starting to turn with anger.
I am taking a deep breath.
What to do?
I can either bake it like that or do another half batch.
Well, I need the whole sheet for neighbor gifts.
So.....I make another half batch.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that these are NOT the same!
I have NO IDEA what has happened.
I did EXACTLY half the recipe...(except the egg..how do you half an egg?)
My self esteem is starting to dwindle...
becoming taken over by anger.
I figure at this point...it's probably going to be *crap* anyway..let's just cook it!
Some really, REALLY funky things going on with this.
I have no idea...I just know that I have to make another batch.
And I just give up.
Maybe having kids has calmed me down a bit...
broken my spirit...so to say.
I did decide that I would still post this so that you know all the OTHER recipes that I have posted
really are possible to make...
even if you sometimes struggle,
like I do.
*Stay tuned for a follow up story and recipe!*
***Also, I now know how to half an egg! Thanks Google!
