I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed. This was a phrase I became very familiar with when I was a schoolgirl. Parents evening would roll around and I would spend the entire evening with a feeling of dread welling up inside me. On my parents return home, I would wait in the sitting room, for them to come to me. You don’t run to greet bad news. They would walk into the room and one or both of them would give me the look. Finally my father would speak. ‘I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed. You are capable of so much more Amelia.’ Disappointed is so much worse than angry, when faced with anger, you can get angry in return and storm off in a strop.
Nigella, you disappoint me. As my parents sat and listened to the words of all my teachers, ‘she’s a bright girl, she’s got such potential but she just doesn’t apply herself.’ These words apply to you too Nigella. Your recipe that I tried for flourless chocolate brownies was just plain lazy. I was reading the recipe before I started, thinking that it didn’t quite add up but foolishly, I decided to trust you. It was a silly assumption that your recipe’s would be tested several times to make sure they work, I’m sure you’re a busy girl Nigella but really, there’s no excuse for this kind of sloppiness. One of the reasons I decided to write about this kitchen nightmare was not just to shame Nigella (although that does have a certain appeal) but to show you, my readers that just because a recipe is in a cookbook, it does not mean it works.
We all have drama’s in the kitchen, it happens to everyone. No-one is immune from following a recipe to the letter and it failing miserably. Usually if something isn’t up to scratch, I won’t bother to tell you guys about it but this recipe was just plain wrong and when I went back to the recipe online, I saw that there were lots of negative comments about the recipe. I put a lot of love and a lot of good chocolate into these brownies and they were bad, they did not want to set at all, they were oozing fat and you know I love fat but this was gross. There was a lot that was wrong with them and the moment I realised that they must be irretrievably doomed was when I found them in the back of the fridge, a week later. Good old Mr T will eat just about anything, especially if he’s just got home from work after a hard day on his tractor but these terrible little excuses for a brownie sat untouched in the fridge. Poor sods!
So, this is a lesson my friends, don’t always assume that you are the problem. Sometimes in the kitchen, things just don’t work out but as in life, you’ve got to pick yourself up and find a better brownie recipe. Or at least I have to, I’m still hankering for a good brownie! I’ve included a picture of the yummy white chocolate I so foolishly wasted on you Nigella… Sigh