A while back I purchased a giant box of brownie mix for a dinner that it turned out I didn’t need to make dessert for. The box has been sitting on the kitchen counter for some time now, and I saw Lloyd staring at it on Saturday.
Lloyd: “Well, these brownies aren’t going to make themselves.”
Lauren: “I don’t have regular vegetable oil. We just have olive oil.”
Lloyd: “That shouldn’t be a problem for me. I like olives.”
Thus, he launched into his Big Baking Adventure. He got out all the ingredients and dumped a bag of mix into the bowl.
Lloyd: “This looks like it could use some more chocolate.”
Lauren: “It is full of chocolate stuff, but there should be some chocolate chips in the cupboard.”
He couldn’t find them, and by the time I found them, he had discovered some old Christmas candy. To him, this was a no-brainer.
Unwrap unwrap unwrap.
Chop chop chop.
Lloyd chopped them, and using a knife gives him the willies. I’m so proud!
He cracked the eggs, measured the water, measured the oil (which is disturbingly green), and mixed it all up.
He poured it in the pan all in one spot. It wasn’t the way I would have done it, and I told him that if he was waiting for gravity to spread it out, he was going to have a long wait.
Then I asked, “Do you see now why Brad says cooking is easy? It’s just following directions.”
Lloyd: “Shhhhhh. I’m creating art here.”
They baked up just fine, and taste dandy – despite the fact that you can tell some of that candy is a little old. The verdict on the olive oil? Doesn’t really affect the taste. In fact, I found a recipe for an olive oil cake that I’m tempted to try.
Good work, Baker Lloyd.