Droopy Cookie Bars

Well I was attempting to whip up a batch of cookie/brownie bars (who even thought of putting this lethal combo together) and the entire situation struck me as something that should enter my blog. Yet I realized that perhaps since I've been playing in the kitchen more often perhaps I should document the entire ride. So here we go, blog number uno which involves those damn bars.


Let me start with something that is vital to the story. My mother likes to double everything, and therfore here in the Flat Rock Inn I stood face to face with not one but two boxes of cookie/brownie mix. I get the ingredients out, water, butter, egg, mix. Not complicated right? Okay well it states to make the brownies first so I begin measuring and it tells me to have melted butter. So I pop that stick into the microwave and continue feeling grand about myself, until I put the butter into the mix. Apparently it meant completely and utterly melted and I suppose I still could make out the outline of a "stick" so...mistake number 1. Mistake number 2 quickly also happens as I realize that I only added half of the amount of ingredients needed based on the fact that we are doubling the damn thing.


At this point the oven has beeped announcing it is time for the items to enter the oven, but we are far from finished. Now I move onto the cookie dough. Since I have already realized my mistake made from the brownies I put the right amount of ingredients. Discreetly taste testing the cookie dough batter, I am choosing to ignore that it takes like crap.


Now I am to pour the brownie mix in and place small round balls of cookie dough "evenly" across the batter. WTF? I am scraping the brownie batter and it's falling at the approximate speed of mollase. Why the heck is this so thick? I've made brownies before, good ones non the less and its never been this thick. As my bicep  begins to detach itself from my bone I scrape the last of the  brownie out and begin to form balls with the cookie dough.


As I continue along my balls are evenly spaced, leaving me with approximately 2/3rd of the cookie dough left behind...Once again WTF? At this point I have gross things in my jewelry (which yes I always forget to remove) and I'm definitely done with being in the kitchen. The remainder of the cookie dough is slung into the pan. Hey at least I remembered to grease that bad boy.


As we speak todays concoction is baking away, I wonder how they will taste.


Bon A Petite!