Matilda has her spectacle d'école tomorrow and I wanted to make her something yummy to celebrate her first public performance. Stung by frankly groundless accusations of Domestic Goddessticity I decided to have another go at brownies.
These are they.
From this Idiot's Guide to Brownies recipe. Seriously, it even explains how to cut chocolate.
I don't know if they're any good. We shall see tomorrow whether it's brownies or chocolate pudding again. But either way, I'm the winner. The brownies are terrible, I win. I prove I am one not of those annoyingly perfect people for whom everything goes tickety-boo. One of those people we all hate. The brownies are amazing, I win. Everyone hates me but I don't care because I have delicious brownies to scarf down and I can revel unashamedly in my perfect tickety-booness. It's lonely at the top but hell, at least I've got fantastic brownies.
I would like to add one thing. I baked these during our aperitif. Baking tiddly is to be recommended.