Baking Brownies

Earlier this month, the girls had three snow days in a row.  By the evening of the third, Brynn had become a bit bored.  "Madre, can I make brownies?" she asked.{she's taking Spanish this year and has been calling me madre since September}

I told her yes and helped her gather the ingredients she would need.  Then, I went back to my scraproom and Brynn began the business of baking brownies.

I should have questioned my judgment...on leaving her alone in the kitchen...but I didn't.  She's 15, you say, perfectly capable of making a simple dessert.  Ah yes. 

I love my daughter dearly and I think she has many fine qualities. 

But...Julia Child she is not. Just minutes after I left the room,

Brynn called to me "Mom, I need your help...the eggs fell!"  Whaaat?!! 

How do eggs fall?

"I sort of tripped" she explained.  Really?! We both burst into giggles; it was just too comical. And then I grabbed my camera to take pictures of the eggs I had just bought earlier that day.  Because, after all, I am a blogger and this was a posting opportunity I couldn't resist.

There is a happy ending to my story.  Brett, dh that he is, stood over the counter and patiently separated each egg from its shattered shell.  And the next morning, he made a yummy breakfast for us...scrambled eggs, of course!