I wasn't really trying to, it just kinda happened. What I was TRYING to make was Crunch Bars from my food&family. It's a best-loved recipe. It takes 30 minutes. It can't be bad, right?
Huh.
What they neglect to include in the 2-paragraph directions on page 30 is that butter and brown sugar, when left on the stove for (*maybe*) a little too long, combine to create a deadly force that can fill your kitchen/living room/dining room/foyer with the hideous stench of something akin to how I imagine a combination of burning toenails and cat urine would smell.
This is what happens when I attempted the 5-starred recipe:
I know it looks kind of like a moist chocolate brownie in that pot...but believe me...it wasn't. The apparent chocolatey-brownie-goodness was really a bubbling, scalding, smoking, frothing monster that I rushed from the stove and slammed down on our front porch because all 8 of our smoke alarms were already blaring.
"Do you think the neighbors think you're a witch?" Christian asked.
"Um. For which reason?"
"Because there's a cauldron on our front porch."
Since I still needed a dessert for the jewelry party, I started again. This time, I had moderate success. The crunch bars looked remotely like the picture in the magazine, but all I could taste was burnt toenails seasoned with a hint of cat urine.
I took them to the party anyway.
"You're such a little Suzy homemaker!" my friend Bridget exclaimed as she took a bite.
"Well, I'm just good in the kitchen," I responded. "It just comes naturally."
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