Saturday night seemed like an excellent time to make brownies, but a quick search revealed that I had lost my brownie recipe. Not a big deal, you may say...google it! But this is not just any brownie recipe. This is the brownie recipe. The only one I've ever used. The only one, in my opinion, worth using. Now don't get me wrong, I'll eat any brownie you place before me! I'm not a brownie snob. But these are the only brownies I'll make. They're that delicious.
A quick phone call to the Lindz saved my tush. She typed up and e-mailed me the recipe that has lived in my mom's cookbook cupboard for years and years.
1 1/2 cups flour
2 cups sugar
3/4 cup baking cocoa
1 tsp salt
2 tsp vanilla
1/2 cup milk
1 cup vegetable oil
Stir only until well combined, pour into a greased 9" x 13" pan and bake for 25-30 minutes in a 350 degree oven.
Thirty minutes, depending on your oven, makes very fudgey brownies. I do tend to like mine with a mostly liquid center, but leave them in longer for a cakier brownie. My family have never been lovers of crunch in their baked goods so we leave nuts out, but you might want to add some. A cup will do. However, we are a little obsessed with chocolate, so I sometimes add chocolate chips to the batter before I bake it and sprinkle even more chips over the top.
Don't make these on the first day of your new diet...the dieting point will be moot.
Fudgey, chewy, melty deliciousness. I suppose I should have taken a photo...but I didn't. Trust me, these are amazing.
My favorite part of making brownies takes place just after I've scraped the last of the batter into the pan and plopped the whole thing into the oven. I carry the mostly empty bowl and the spatula into the living room, stand in front of Paul to snag his attention, and raise on eyebrow. Erhm...that's what I'd do if I could raise on eyebrow. But I can't.
Paul knows what I'm asking, though, and his face lights up like a little kid. "Heck yeah!" he yells, he snatches the bowl and spatula from me and goes to work cleaning every smear of brownie batter from the two with childlike enthusiasm.
If that's all it takes to make the man happy, I'm set for life!