These were supposed to be brownies for Scott's Psychiatric potluck. They were supposed to be easy. I come home from school, make the mix, throw it in the oven, pull it out, let them cool, put them on a plate and bring them to Scott before running off to work.
Somehow our oven turned against us.
I put it in at the right temperature and checked it ten minutes before it was supposed to be done.
When I checked it, I found this. They were practically petrified. Not a single brownie could be saved.
[A whole pan of brownies was harmed in the making of this post]
poor poor brownies.
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