
"Oh crap. No Eggs." I had just bribed my children with a promise of brownies if they would get in the bath and get their jammies on. Now, how could I deliver. I thought about borrowing some eggs from a neighbor. . . but with Emily in the bathtub I would have to be a horrible parent to leave the house. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I headed up to the computer to try to find some kind a substitute for eggs. The one I chose was a mixture of flower, shortening, baking powder, and water. I headed off to create some brownies. "Uh oh, no shortening either. But I have some vanilla yogurt in the fridge." I noticed that some of the other suggestions included yogurt. So, why not. My box of brownies already sat half made on the counter. I couldn't turn back. I tossed in my make shift ingredients and slid the brownies into the oven. Now only time would tell and in 25 minutes time did tell. . . a sad story of brownies gone wrong. I knew as soon as I took them out of the oven. They were bubbling like molten lava. "Oh dear." Perhaps after they have had time to cool they will look more brownie like. Eventually we ended up with something like a hot brownie pudding. Well, children have no sense, so Benjamin and Emily loved them anyway (Rachel wouldn't touch the stuff. Apparently she has more sense than the others.) In the end I found out the "Yes, eggs are that important."
3 comments:
That is great of you to keep your promise!! I bet it tasted just as good!! I wish I were a kid again and didn't care so much about things not being "normal".
I can tell you are an incredible mom for even offering brownies. All I give my kids is a bowl of sugar. And if they're really good I'll heat it up for them.
Oh Steph,
The substitutions we try and get away with. Isn't motherhood so fun!
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