I’m in the middle of posting my one-pan, one-spoon, no-mess brownie recipe to my Bread Blog (because I set it up, officially, to cover breads and cakes, and I have decided that brownies are a kind of cake).
I have been on a quest for a good one-pan brownie recipe for years… mostly because I have happy memories of a one-pan brownie recipe I used to make with my little sister Sara when she was teensy.
Now, by “used to,” I don’t know… it could have been once or maybe three times. It wasn’t a regular thing because my mother has always been the strongly-in-charge captain of her own kitchen, and I never really made a habit of cooking when I lived at home.
It was very liberating – unbelievably liberating – when I moved into my mother-in-law’s house (well, she wasn’t my mother-in-law yet at the time, but she later became it and I still call her that, and what are you going to do about it…?). I discovered that not everybody cares so deeply about which glass goes where in the dishwasher and that she was perfectly happy to have me doing my little cooky-bakey experiments with her stuff.
So I didn’t make these with my sister often, and in fact, I still have a mental note in the back of my head to do it MORE often, because it was nice and it was fun and because I love doing stuff with her. Now this is a weird mental note, a little simmery back-burner thing I never got around to doing so it’s still sitting there, even though my little sister Sara is now in her thirties and has become a professional baker. Still. The mental note, like a long-forgotten post-it, is still hanging out there. Maybe it feels like regret, a bit.