Well, as you may recall, my sister gave me the hugest eye roll in existence and promised that I would NOT in fact be receiving this pan for Christmas...because it was (sigh) "stupid".
2 days before Christmas my sister called me asking for ideas because all of her other ideas had not worked out. What? She couldn't find the pan? How could that be? I mean, she didn't come right out and say it, but I knew what she meant. No perfect brownies. It was a sad, sad day in the heart of Miss Stacy.
Christmas day came. It was lovely. We read the Christmas story, then proceeded to open our gifts. I had a banner year! New sheets, a gorgeous Pottery Barn duvet cover, a darling red wrought iron bench for my front patio, and an electric pressure cooker (oh boy do I love that pressure cooker! That's a blog for another day though!!). Man OH Man was I spoiled this year! As I sat back admiring my loot, my sister said, hey, there's one more gift for you. What? I looked around, so pleased with my gifts, I couldn't imagine what else it could be. As I ripped open the paper, a glimpse of a brownie caught my eye. Could it be? Yes, IT WAS THE PERFECT BROWNIE PAN!!! AND I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT!!!!! Glory Glory Hallelujah! Yes Virginia, there IS a Santa Clause!
Well life got busy and I've been sick, so yesterday was the first day I had gotten around to actually trying the maiden voyage of this heavenly kitchen gadget. It was my sister's birthday (29 again?) and she wanted a nice brownie treat. I opened the box and read the directions. Then I decided to be fancy and use one of their recipes for peanut butter brownies. I questioned the recipe...it called for 3/4 cups of butter. But I made it anyway. But I got distracted in the middle and thought I had not put enough evaporated milk in, so I added more. Unfortunately I had just unknowingly messed up the first batch. The mix was too moist, the butter was boiling. It went in the garbage pan faster than you could say Jiminy Cricket.
Today I tried for batch #2. Again I questioned the butter. My sister and I had a little chat about it, and we decided to go for it...again. I mixed it all up, put in the divider, and set the kitchen timer for 30 minutes. I waited with baited breath. Words cannot describe the results.
So, I decided I would not rest until I had achieved the PERFECT BROWNIES from this dadgum pan! I was no longer having fun. I was on my third box of brownies...and my last nerve. This time I abandoned the lame recipe with the 9 cups of butter, and just used the standard recipe on the back of the Ghiradelli Double Chocolate (um...yum!) brownie box. The results?