What? It’s not Tuesday? I know that. Sheesh. But this happened on Tuesday so it counts.
(Don’t you love when the voices in my head take over and type on my blog?)
I had made some candy hearts for Valentine’s Day. Here’s some from the first batch. By the second batch, I had figured out how to get neat edges but I gave all those away before I took a picture. So you’ll just have to imagine that these are pretty.
I had a brilliant idea that I was going to make brownie cupcakes for my parents and put these hearts in the center. In my imagination, the hearts would soften a bit and, as the brownies cooled, they would harden back up and leave a lovely heart in the middle of the brownie. This is what happened instead.
I thought to myself, “Self, they may be aesthetically unpleasing, but I’m sure they taste just fine.” Well, Self was wrong. Apparently those candy melts are not designed to withstand 350 degree temperatures for thirty minutes. How do I know this? Because all the moisture was sucked out of them and they tasted like burned … I don’t know, burned something …
No worries. Martha is still jealous of my culinary skills. Plus I had some excellent help with my experiment.
And before anyone asks, no I do not let my almost 18 month old daughter play with knives. I just forgot it was sitting there. And, yes, I do clean my kitchen, I just didn’t do it yesterday.