In recent history, I have discovered that I do not, in fact, hate brownies – go figure. This is a rare case where I think I might have been off not liking them, (unlike a few months ago when I realized I like green peppers and they really aren’t spicy – aka what my mom has been telling me for as long as I can remember).
Anyway – brownies. Now that I like them, I can’t get enough of them. Which leads to my current issue:
the oven in my hall’s kitchen are incapable of baking brownies. You can ask my best friend if you don’t believe me, but we followed those Betty Crocker box brownie instructions to the LETTER. What came out of that oven were not brownies and it wasn’t edible either. Initially I thought this was a fluke – I’m a good baker, but maybe this was a bad box? Or maybe I hadn’t added enough water? Who knew. At any rate, I tried again a week later, only to get the same result. And this time I had double checked every step so I know I didn’t do anything wrong.
I am left with one explanation and one explanation only: the ovens are out to get me.
Somehow, I will do my best to get by without the brownies until I go home and have access to an oven that doesn’t hate me. In the meantime, I’m lucky to have a best friend who bought me a brownie from Insomnia to eat after the second disaster.
This story doesn’t really have any significance in the grand scheme of things, but I figured I would try and share something funny or fluffy, instead of all the heavy, dark things going on in the world. Those are important too – but there has to be a balance of things.
That being said, good luck to everyone participating in the women’s strike – you are true warriors and I wish you the best. The world would not be the same without you.