The idea of a recipe that only need THREE INGREDIENTS appeals to me. Because there’s obviously a lot less chance of me mucking it up. And so I was keen to try these Nutella Brownies that only need: Nutella, Eggs and Flour – that’s right, just three things.
How hard could it be? Well not very is the answer, in fact even though they were rather basic they were easy and delicious and worked for me. So how did I manage to find a way to ruin it all? Read on…
Nutella, flour and eggs mixed in a bowl. I know – so far so good right?Mixture spread into a greased dish and baked for 15 minutes:Delicious brownies as a result. Soft and springy and edible.
I am QUEEN OF THE WORLD!
Buoyed up by my success and the surprise of my family who actually ate them. I made some more the very next day but – of course – thought I would add to them. Maybe try and make them a bit healthier. I replaced one of the eggs with mashed banana and some of the Nutella with oats.
Thinking I would still have the basic success and taste of the Nutella brownies but with a hint of oaty banana goodness I made this unappetising looking mix to start:
My son thought it looked like bird spit and I have to say I didn’t disagree with him. However I was still reasonably confident at this stage.
After 15minutes in the oven sadly I didn’t pull out the same sweet and delicious brownies I thought I had mastered and made my own. They were tasteless and damp and quite dense. How could such innocent tweaks make such a difference?
Well I suppose if you already have a recipe that’s as simple as only having three ingredients then maybe you shouldn’t muck about with it?
They’re still in the cake tin, no one wants them. I shall stick to the originals next time. If there is one.
I’m not a fan of Peppa Pig.
It’s nothing personal and I think Daddy Pig is quite cool, I just can’t bear her terribly squeaky voice and the fact I had to sit through hours of her shows for years. She’s no where near as bad as that awful Lola though from Charlie & Lola, what a selfish sister she is? Totally ruined Charlie’s birthday party.
Anyway, I digress, my son used to be a big fan of Peppa and her family, and as you know is also a big fan of making cupcakes, we do it often. So when we saw this kit in the supermarket I thought it was worth a go:
Sometimes things go right, but also sometimes too right…
We had loads of chocolate left over from Easter, and as none of us are great chocolate snackers so I thought I would make cupcakes out of the remaining eggs. Even if they were inedible at least my son and I would have some fun and he’d get to see the food being used up.
I used a basic cupcake recipe and because I was expecting the inevitable disaster (as can be seen here and here) decided to quarter the ingredients so we only had six to ruin.
I let my son scatter the mix with some buttons from his little kiddy eggs. I melted the rest of the chocolate into a liquid using my own cobbled together version of a bain-marie:
So here’s the thing… if you add cold milk to hot liquid jelly it does NOT make blancmange.
Blancmange is what I was after – but I ended up with this…
Don’t be scared now:
As the mixture curdled I threw it all into the sink and this remained.
The creature from The Thing?
No I prefer to think that I made some of your actual Bubblicious…
I admitted last year that I didn’t really enjoy mince pies, Christmas pudding, Yule Log and the like, the family don’t either. But I still buy them every year. And every year we try to get through them because… why? Because we think we have to? Because we won’t be festive without them? Because it’s not Christmas unless you have some mince pies handy for unexpected guests (of which we get none)? So I dutifully fill the house with boxes of stuff we won’t eat and don’t even like.
I have a terrible fear of missing out, of not trying something I feel I should and I inflict this on my family. Someone mentioned Cherries in Brandy on Twitter and decided that I must have some.
Could I find them? No! And it burned. I tried everywhere, my husband drove me to farm shops and delicatessens all over Sussex for my search. Even on Christmas Eve I was still asking hopefully in every shop I went into (the card shop in Shoreham were slightly surprised by my request). I’ve not even tried them, I don’t drink Brandy and cherries make my mouth itch so what was I thinking?
Birthdays! A cause for celebration? A chance to make someone happy? A time to try hard for the ones you love?
Or in my case grit your teeth and have a go at making a cake…
Regular readers will know the problem I have with celebratory cakes and how I usually solve that problem – see here and here. (Basically get someone else to make them)
But this week was not only my husband’s birthday but our wedding anniversary, so I felt I should make a bit of an effort and attempt his favourite cake – the coffee and walnut.
Now, I will be honest, I have never made a two-tier cake. Is that what you call one made of two halves with stuff in the middle? Basically using two cake tins? Of course I wanted to make a proper coffee and walnut cake so out came two tins…
All the recipes I found were about the same. Whip up a cake mix but add some kind of coffee flavouring and chopped walnuts.
Let’s get this out of the way straight away, I was drunk when I made this. DRUNK!
Not ‘tipsy drunk’, and not ‘let me tell you a story drunk’ but properly ‘reel around the fountain before getting down onto the train tracks drunk’.
And like most who get that drunk I became invincible, capable of ANYTHING.
Most normal, invincible drunks turn into superheroes and get on the roof of the nearest tall building to see if they can fly – I too try something I am unable to do in regular life: cook something extraordinarily difficult…
I had been focussing on the notoriously complicated and completely out of my league Sussex Pond Pudding for a while. I considered that because I lived in Sussex (and born in the county) I should at least try it once. I also love lemon puddings and suet puddings and the Sussex Pond is a combination of both so… win, win.
So Alice Can’t Cook is one year old.
It’s the first birthday of my blog and if I may be so bold?
I shall celebrate with a rhyme or three…
Remembering the best and worst of my cookery
So I’ve served raw eggs to an unborn baby
Made a risotto so solid it could have plastered a wall, maybe
My roasted vegetables just won’t roast
But now and again I can have a bit of a boast
My self-imposed Veg Box Challenge was really trying
The hideous shrunken-head celeriac had me crying
I created some fruit compote that ended up in the sink
And a toxic hummous that kicked up a stink
Jamie Oliver’s Fritters won the vote but still got burnt
I’ve been a student but still haven’t learnt
There has been SO much trouble with eggs and rice
But thankfully I have a failsafe dish that usually turns out quite nice
Toad in the Hole nearly burnt the kitchen down
And even an easy kids recipe made me frown
A slimy festive turkey had me skidding across the floor
But my Christmas kit cakes had them crying out for more
Just don’t talk to me about curry!
I either make it like soup or a nasty slurry
My pretend birthday cakes reveal me to be a bad mother
But this years castle creation has made me think not to bother!
I’ve made my dog sick and my son scream
But weirdly my really difficult salmon dish turned into a dream
In the past year I’ve laughed and I’ve cried
I’ve served crap food but still no one has died.
Thanks for reading this year, for all your helpful comments and the laughs!
Alice Can’t Cook (still)…
But She’s Getting Better x
My son is still insistent that I cook with him on a regular basis, honestly I don’t know why he still bothers with me. A classic case of the journey being more important than the outcome obviously. But I mean bless him I have made him cry countless times thanks to my bad baking.
This week he wanted to make a big cake, I had some bananas going brown in the fruit bowl and you know how I feel about my fruit surfeit… so Banana Bread it was!
I found a fairly easy looking recipe online, but this also used plain flour and after my hideous sunken cakes from last week I decided to add absolutely LOADS of baking powder, I mean at least three spoonfuls and then a little bit more. No, this banana baby was rising up out of that tin. (Unlike my previous attempt at a loaf, oh and this one too)
Everything was going well until I had to add some lemon juice to some milk before adding to eggs and butter. Was it meant to curdle like this?
So my son’s new school were having a picnic this week, my boy decided he would like to take some cupcakes with him (about an hour before we were due to go).
He loves making little cakes so we set to it. Sadly I was out of self-raising flour but had plenty of plain. I found a recipe for something called ‘Easter Cakes’ that used plain flour, as well as the usual butter, eggs, baking powder and caster sugar. They looked just like cupcakes. All good. I know it’s July but we got going, no one would need to know they were Easter Cakes.
I didn’t even take pics of us getting the cakes together so sure was I that everything would turn out ok.
followed the recipe to the absolute letter – I didn’t go off piste once. I didn’t experiment, I didn’t cut corners.
But I still made these: