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Check it out, I have been using my super cool new kitchen. Last night I made the simple mac and cheese I grew up on (not the box stuff with the orange powder, not that I don't love orange powder cheese food...but that would kind of defeat the purpose). It came out fine, except next time I will add more cheese.
Flush with both success and leftovers (I like leftovers, they make it easy to have something to eat), I was like FUCK YEAH, THIS KITCHEN IS MY BITCH. And, okay it was just mac and cheese, but please remember who is talking here. So tonight I figured I'd make brownies.
I did use to bake a long time ago, so I figured the biggest challenge would be adapting to the high altitude. Y'know, until I managed to slice through my finger chopping up chocolate to melt. I then proceeded to bleed all over my new kitchen, and up the pathway to the main house because I don't have a first aid kit here, and then all over the bathroom at the main house...because dang, do fingers have arteries? This is not where I complain about my sliced finger, though. This is where I tell you that I returned to my kitchen with my ridiculously wrapped finger, mopped up the blood, and made my damn brownies. And then I made frosting for the brownies, 'cause I'm a badass like that. Bring it on sharp and/or pointy kitchen implements. YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME.
Oh, and I was right about the altitude problems. I didn't get the adjustments quite right so my brownies are kinda flattish, and the texture is off. But I've got a pretty good idea of how to adjust it better next time, and flat brownies are still brownies. WITH FROSTING, MOTHERFUCKER.
Flush with both success and leftovers (I like leftovers, they make it easy to have something to eat), I was like FUCK YEAH, THIS KITCHEN IS MY BITCH. And, okay it was just mac and cheese, but please remember who is talking here. So tonight I figured I'd make brownies.
I did use to bake a long time ago, so I figured the biggest challenge would be adapting to the high altitude. Y'know, until I managed to slice through my finger chopping up chocolate to melt. I then proceeded to bleed all over my new kitchen, and up the pathway to the main house because I don't have a first aid kit here, and then all over the bathroom at the main house...because dang, do fingers have arteries? This is not where I complain about my sliced finger, though. This is where I tell you that I returned to my kitchen with my ridiculously wrapped finger, mopped up the blood, and made my damn brownies. And then I made frosting for the brownies, 'cause I'm a badass like that. Bring it on sharp and/or pointy kitchen implements. YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME.
Oh, and I was right about the altitude problems. I didn't get the adjustments quite right so my brownies are kinda flattish, and the texture is off. But I've got a pretty good idea of how to adjust it better next time, and flat brownies are still brownies. WITH FROSTING, MOTHERFUCKER.
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Mmm... brownies... *Homer Simpson drooling sounds*
ETA: Your poor sliced finger. That reminded me of the time I was making bread and the glass mixing bowl just randomly exploded; I was so busy cursing like crazy because my bread was ruined that I didn't notice the deep cut on my hand bleeding all over me. D:
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