Burnt Almost Fudge 2

I made marshmallow fudge brownies.

It’s my mother-in-law’s recipe and it is delish, usually.

Though I’ve had them many times at family occasions, I’ve never made them before. But we were having the missionaries over for dinner, so I decided to whip some up.

Note to self: Never try making a recipe for the first time when you’re having company over.

After you make the brownies, you put marshmallows on top and toast them ever-so-slightly in the oven. The recipe says to turn the oven to broil, put the pan on the top rack and watch them super close so you don’t overcook them.

I did.

I put them in for 2o seconds. When I opened the oven to check them it was a brownie inferno!

I didn’t know what to do, so I screamed.

Jason came running in and when he saw the fire he ran to the pantry and got the fire extinguisher.

“No!” I yelled, “You’ll ruin the brownies!”

He set down the extinguisher and started to blow it out like a centurion’s birthday cake.

It worked!

But my brownies looked like cremated blueberries, and the house was filled with smoke.

My kids gathered around the scene. “What is that?” Scott asked as he poked at the crispy bubbles.

Jason explained, “Mom made brownies.”

Discouraged but not beaten, I opened the windows, turned on the fan, and began scraping off the torched mallows. I sent my teenage driver to the store to get another bag of marshmallows while I tried to salvage my dessert and pride.

The marshmallows scraped off pretty easily and only the edge of the brownies were crusty, so I cut those off as I pondered over what I’d done wrong. I’d tried to be so careful and could hardly believe that 20 seconds was too long to toast the marshmallows, unless . . . you have a gas oven instead of an electric one!

Aha!

No wonder they caught fire! I put a bunch of tender mini mallows right under an open flame, duh!

Using deductive logic skills, I decided to heat the oven to broil then turn off the heat and quickly place the brownies in the hot oven to toast without the open flame present.

Oh yea. I got mad modification skills.

The brownies made a delicious comeback and I covered the smoke smell with a scented candle. The only problem was I only have one scented candle called “Evergreen” I use at Christmastime, so the house smelled sort of like a forest fire.

As one of the missionaries bit into his third brownie he said, “These are good, and for some reason I feel like I’m camping.”

2 thoughts on “Burnt Almost Fudge

  1. Reply Joni (Jacobson (Godbout May 23,2012 3:48 pm

    Kari, what a funny story! I’m not allowed to use the broiler in my house. I can’t manage to stand in front of the oven long enough and watch whatever it that I’m trying to brown, melt, etc. I’ll think, “Well I could wash a couple of pans while I’m waiting…” then the ear-piercing smoke alarm goes off and snaps me back to reality. There’s the mad rush to find something to wave around under the detector to JUST MAKE IT STOP, open the doors and windows, and hope the neighbors didn’t notice the smoke pouring from my house! My husband got an old toaster for Christmas. It was made in the 1930’s, is quite ornate looking, and has the drop-down sides. The first time I used it, I just assumed it would take as long as our old Cuisinart. I popped in a slice of bread, and went to get some stuff from the clothes dryer, which is only one room away. As I emerged from the laundry room, the smoke alarm went off. I came around the corner to the kitchen to find the kitchen full of smoke and my toast on fire! The Cuisinart is back on the counter top.

  2. Reply Cheryl May 23,2012 10:15 pm

    My in-laws visited us in California for Thanksgiving, and my mother-in-law made her famous ‘candied yams with toasted marshmallows’. After her third time of scraping off the burned marshmallows, we re-named the dish “Yams-Flambe”. CjR

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