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 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.
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!
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.”