Stage Food: Take 1 (with a brownie postscript)
I am making some of the food for the upcoming production The Wednesday Wars at Calvin College. Unfortunately, our camera needs the batteries charged and we can’t find the charger, so I can’t take a picture of the pretend cake made out of styrofoam and partially frosted with royal icing (powdered sugar, merangue powder & water) nor the appropriately 1960’s Jello molds that I think I may have just messed up.
There should be an adage: “She was so tired, she couldn’t even make Jello.” Well, it should at least work for the dress rehearsals, even if I do have to re-make it.
On another unrelated note, today I received my February 2011 edition of Bon Appetit. In it, there is a very funny recipe for brownies that is also an advertisement for Sugar In The Raw. I tried to find it online, but it’s not on the Sugar in the Raw website, so here it is–all retyped for you. Kudos to this copyrighter. This is good stuff. (And the brownies sound good, to0.) Even though I’m relationally well–there’s something about how I feel tonight that makes these instructions seem appropriate for me. (Well, maybe not the crying part.) More stage food stuff later.
Cocoa Brownies to Heal a Heart Broken by a Man Who Promises it Wasn’t You, It was Him, and by Him He Means a Girl Named Stacey Lee.
Count the years you dated. If it exceeds 5, double the recipe.
Oven, 350. 8″ pan, greased.
In a bowl: 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted. Not margarine, butter. Diet starts tomorrow. 1 cup all natural Sugar in The Raw. You can sub 1/2 cup zero calorie Stevia Extract In The Raw with 1/2 cup Sugar In The Raw but a time like this calls for the good ol’ stuff.
Mix, then add 1/2 cup flour. It’s ok, today calls for carbs. 1 tsp of baking powder. Wonder what it does? Don’t. Just add it.
3 eggs, yolks and all, 1 tsp of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup Dutch cocoa powder, 1 cup chopped walnuts. Now stir it up, throw it in the oven for 20 and cry till you hear the timer. Let them cool for 10, then devour that pan of chocolaty goodness, girlfriend. Uh, we mean friend.