Brownies

Last night, we bought the ingredients for chocolate truffles, one of which was Cool Whip. I have never bout Cool Whip before. I was going to make the truffles this morning, but discovered that I should have left the Cool Whip in the fridge and not the freezer.

I did not have a plan B for what to bring to dinner.

In desperation, I whipped out a book a friend gave me a couple of years ago: The Little Black Book of Chocolate. I have enjoyed reading this book over the years, but I've never actually followed any of the recipes. I read through the book, desperately searching for something I could make with ingredients I had in the house. I finally settled on a brownie recipe.

I've never attempted a real brownie recipe before.

My co-workers are starting a "biggest loser" competition. I can't bring these to work until it's over. I may have to wait until after Eastern Orthodox Lent, just to be fair to everyone. But I will bring these brownies to work some time this year and I will be considered a chocolate goddess. They were amazing. I can't believe they came out of my kitchen.

Even if I didn't notice the instructions that said, "do not over beat," until it was obviously too late.

It didn't ruin the recipe in the least.

I'm alive, but not knitting much

I thought maybe I ought to admit that I'm alive, just in case anybody actually reads my blog. I haven't been well lately, and I haven't felt much like knitting recently.

I am, in fact, almost done with a pair of patternless fingerless gloves made out of Schaefer Anne. In the past two weeks I have almost managed to pick up all the stitches for the thumb. I have also started and re-started a scarf several times now. But I haven't really touched that in about two weeks.

I have, however, been reading like a fiend. I have re-read both 1984 and American Gods. American Gods is available to read for free on-line. Of course I had to see how the on-line book thing works, so I started it and had to go get my paperback copy to finish it. It may be possible to convince me to read a book on-line in bed. Maybe. I am not reading a book on-line in the bathroom. No.

I am not feeling well. Although my doctor wanted me to come back and see him in three weeks after giving me some free pills (whoopee - he really expected that to excite me to no end) but when I called and asked if I should be concerned about a fever he decided that the free pills might not be the perfect thing for me after all and referred me to a specialist. If I'm comfortable by next week-end, I'll knit on Thursday.

There you have it. Free pills = fear that my doctor is a drug-company pusher. Free book = sucker. You know what? I think that's how it ought to be.