I am here, at 9.30pm, sitting in my kitchen. Music is playing, chocolate fudge brownies baking; I feel... at home. Everyone else is in bed, but I stayed up to bake as I am visiting a friend tomorrow who just moved into town and (as an 'impoverished' uni student) will jump at any offerings of food. So yum yum.
I am so in love with baking, and I haven't baked in AGES. I feel happy and content now... though that may be from the consumption of some chocolate fudge brownie mix earlier... hmmm. But children, let me tell you, it is not that simple here in my home, to simply bake.
If you wish to cook in any sense, you must battle the dreaded DEMON OVEN!!!!! *que thriller music here please*
The Demon Oven never allows anything to cook as it should. If you turn your back for 1 second amd your cookies will start smoking (no joke- this ACTUALLY happened to me... several times). And it's not that I am an incometent cook! No, no, no! The oven is just (approximately) 1 gazillion years old, gas, and thus crazy as all hell.
My first batch tonight (of Fudge Slice) has become more of a... chocolate fudge crunch (the edges may have had to be ditched... *Demon Oven strikes again*). But- I must say, even as crunch biscuit things instead of a yummy chocolate fudgey slice... it is still delicious. And I am keeping a VERY close eye on the brownies currently (it would not be an exaggeration to say I check them every 5 minutes ... or 2).
But as of yet they are still... ok. Fingers crossed.
With that, I have informed you of the Demon Oven, as well as my one true love in life.
The house is as good as empty, my music softly circulating my kitchen, the smell of chocolate brownies seeping through the house...
Until later... I must go check on the brownies!
